Friday, July 9, 2010

musings on existentialism

A poem:

In awe at life
so fleeting and transient
so delicate and valuable

tiny spider crawling along
making its way down the tile
searching for something unseen
going somewhere unknown

one moment
alive, purposeful, vibrant
the next
dead, deceased, passed on

squished under my shampoo bottle

4 comments mean you love me:

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yessss!

andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

<3 you, Lizzy!

Chels... said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

This is awesome. My "poetry" is down right retarded. Nice to see the real thing. ;)

andygirl said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

you mean this poem wasn't retarded? I am honored! thankyousomuch!

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