I've always been of the opinion that poetry doesn't have to be stuffy and academic, but vital, relevant and fun. All thoughts and commentary appreciated.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Special Place
When you’re not here The bed grows and I grow smaller, My thoughts curled up and around Those eyes, that face The special place you take me.
I'm an American student living in Dublin, Ireland. I hope you enjoy these poems and would love to hear your thoughts and comments or read some of your stuff, whoever you are out there. Peace.
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