The City

i'm gonna run away again,
i can feel it in my bones.
fuck this!
fuck this city!
fuck this life i've made for myself!
i'm gonna run away,
but i realize as the tears run down
down
down
that i can't anymore.

i just can't.

(i'm sorry that there's so many swears, but i had to get this out, and it needed to have the swears...this is dedicated to my friend Aaron. poetry isn't just about ryhmes and beautful flowing words for me anymore, it's about people and circumtances and weather or not i'm willing to share them. there's so many different forms of poetry, and he's helped me to see the beauty of the swearing way...haha. but seriously, sometimes things are the way they are, and you can't make them fancier. i've tried to make things fancy all my life, and by admitting this it doesn't mean i'll stop (i'm sure i'll never, ever stop) but it means i'm fine with unfancy things. i've come to love unfancy things as much i love fancy things, and fancy.......if any of this makes sense then i think i should win an award, but seeing as it doesn't, i'm fine with winning nothing, i'm fine with having this blog and being able to write. what would i do if i couldn't write......? Aaron you're awesome, and thanx for being who you are:))