Sometimes I just can't
find a way to breathe I can't
think of other things.
Caren E. Salas
Contents: love, pain, insanity, and a bit of fun now and then. Signed, sealed and delivered.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Up the Down Escalator...
Why am I always
running up the down escalator
Crossing the runway
Wrong way
On a One Way?
Why does it always
feel like I'm on the freight elevator
Going to the basement
Not sent,
But still I went.
I wander down blindly
down the outer corridor
Looking for the right doorway
Can't stay
'Cause I can't pay.
Running in circles, up and down, round and round
I'm screaming for help,
But not making a sound.
Caren E. Salas
running up the down escalator
Crossing the runway
Wrong way
On a One Way?
Why does it always
feel like I'm on the freight elevator
Going to the basement
Not sent,
But still I went.
I wander down blindly
down the outer corridor
Looking for the right doorway
Can't stay
'Cause I can't pay.
Running in circles, up and down, round and round
I'm screaming for help,
But not making a sound.
Caren E. Salas
Monday, February 8, 2010
Writer's Block
Sleeping in the night
Dreaming in my bed
Stories, songs and poems
Are racing through my head.
Standing in the shower
My mind is filled with rhyme
But like the water I dry off
The words get left behind.
Sitting at the beach
Basking in the sun
A million things I want to write
Yet now I'm finding none.
Waiting at my keyboard
and...
and...
Nothing.
Caren E. Salas
Dreaming in my bed
Stories, songs and poems
Are racing through my head.
Standing in the shower
My mind is filled with rhyme
But like the water I dry off
The words get left behind.
Sitting at the beach
Basking in the sun
A million things I want to write
Yet now I'm finding none.
Waiting at my keyboard
and...
and...
Nothing.
Caren E. Salas
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