May 13, 2009
I am left with
open hands,
empty mind, and
colorful pants.
No, I am not depressed,
No I am not standing in the rain
feeling oppressed.
I am stuck
Standing here
In Kroger. . .
With Writers' block.
I am stuck, standing upside down,
Falling upward
and falling apart.
I refuse to write a stupid poem
about a teenager's broken heart.
So here I was, Kroger bound, when it began to rain.
So I whipped out my little red tricycle
and continued on my way.
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