December 1, 2006 at 12:45 pm · Filed under Poetry, Ruminations, Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Poems, Writing, Your So Vain I Betcha Think This Poems About You Poems
Your lucky
penny
that
is what
you
called
me.
I
smiled,
knowing
pennies
lie in
dishes,
get tossed
into
jars
and
generally
are regarded
as
useless
until
they
are
needed.
Your
lucky penny
disregarded,
ignored,
forgotten
until
you
needed me
then I
became
valuable,
important.
Being
your
lucky penny
has
not been
so
lucky
for
me.
December 1, 2006 at 12:29 pm · Filed under Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
Overactive Imagination
Intuitive
Inquistive
Relentless in the pursuit of
Knowledge.
I gaze at
the world around
me
at myself
with
Intensity.
Like a child
with a
magnifying glass,
I can burn.
Burn myself.
Burn Others.
It is never
the
Intent
just an
unfortunate result.
