A Beginning

It could have been great.
A chance to start over.
A clean slate.
But wouldn't I have poisoned this too?
Wouldn't it have been the same,
only I would know what I want?
What I'm here for,
and what I have to lose.
But the apple is still poisoned.
The poems are still there, to
remind me that
I rarely get my way.
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My main problem:
People would know me - even if my writing was gone.
/gradster(1)/ - blank - think on it
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Me too, but maybe I'd be
Me too, but maybe I'd be able to forget that they knew me then. Denial works for awhile. And after denial comes the big old delete button.
*sigh*
That wouldn't work for me.
/gradster(1)/ - sad, distressed, and existential
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Balloons, piñatas, streamers, et cetera:
We are the only two on the recent comments page! Hooray!
/gradster(1)/ - fully awake, for some reason, past midnight (great, now I'm yawning)
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