Loesewies Boterslag




OMG, I had almost finished my enormously big comment on all the beautiful poems here, crashes my computer. %^#^$&*#!!! I don't really feel like doing it all over again, so I'll do it later (I PROMISE!!!)

Meanwhile, I wrote a new poem. I wrote it after seeing the movie "Fight Club" (must-see!!!!).
So, here it is:

Death rattle

I am my own grinding teeth
I know ignorance is not a sin
(it's not a virtue either)

I am your shocked, round eyes
Spice up your lifeless life
(though I think that's enough zest for now)

I am my own broken soul
Trying to keep both my feet on the ground
(if only the ground were a little higher)


Love, Loesje


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