ya ya ya... (a poem)

newcomposition's webcam video October 22, 2010, 10:44 AM

talk talk but, talk, some more, i've walked a lot but only time now before i wish i had worn my socks.

these are but little rocks, they sting on a sweaty soul my skin burns from the suns baking properties.

i'm watching time slip, the days are made like the cascades of waves tips that pull blades of grass that

transitions fade each one the same but grown adjacent to the one before last. shady trees, soft ground,

Autumn fronts push the summer breeze there are kids older then me stilling looking for something

something better, something as bleak as happiness, so i bought a hat, and rented some place i call home,

and it hangs well. most days i could just die, i'll be here, exited to see twenty-four come and go.

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[newcomposition]

really someone didn't like it enough to thub it down

[fellowtuber123]

@newcomposition regardless of whether or not two people gave you thumbs down, this is a truly evocative and inspiring poem. It stands here as such. There is always something to be gained in the myriad examples of honesty so potent in your work.

[newcomposition]

@fellowtuber123 thank you. i'm trying to grow ideas that grow beyond me

[tomken8dy]

The home rolling is more entertaining than

the poetry because it requires no thought.

I forgot - do you use the all natural

tobacco or the stuff they "process"

with 101 carcinogens?