November 2011
2 posts
Untitled Numéro Deux
Move and twist feel your body burn Let the beat encompass the direction you turn
Quick and sharp your jabs aren’t strong Pick up the pace Before you’re proved wrong
They’ll come again, accusations at hand You know you can take them Soon, no one will contend
What you are, and what you do. There will be no one left for you to prove Your worth, and skill The reasons why...
Untitled
The storm has settled
above my home.
Whether it stays or goes
I do not know.
For if not now
it shall soon.
T’ill then I feel it’s best
that I take cover.
From whatever gusting wind
plagues my windows and doors.