Friday, February 08, 2008

Attempt at Poetry

So I used to dabble in a little bit of poetry...I realize I am not that good, I just like to use it to communicate what I feel sometimes. Maybe I'll look into this again.



In that place between cold and warm,
chills are all I feel.
Your peace is somewhere to be found,
somewhere near, somewhere warm.
Quiet these voices inside my head,
Bring focus to listen to what you've said.
In this static I hear a knock.

3 comments:

portorikan said...

* snaps fingers *

Alison said...

you are a poet, and i know it. hahaha i crack myself up lol

shelby said...

whoa, sam, or frodo...crazy picture. anyway, amy :) i like this poem alot.