"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed" Ernest Hemingway

RAH RAH, suprise suprise, another bad poem on the internet.
I wanted to post a poem that is important to me. here it is. ta-daaa.


Oxygen

The crowded silence screams your name,
Beneath this skin your memory walks.
I feel your pain start up again,
Beating: operation new found heart.
Fear and loathing love once more,
Pulling the sutures further apart.

"Here's lookin' at you kid" Casablanca

This is my blog, this is my online place.

PAPER AERODRONES


Paper aeroplanes are fun to make,
Even though they are rather fake.
Its nice to dream of where they fly,
Thinking, dreaming up in the sky.

They never never go where you aim,
I blame this on their wobbly frame.
But, no matter how many of them I fold
My dreams of flying have gone cold.