10/8/01
It takes you a long time
TO figure out the ryme
Of my twisted word
My world is so ubsurd
And so you try to figure out
Why I scream and cry or shout
I wounder if you see
Theres a puzzle inside of me
One thats missing peaces
Fulled of wrinkled creases
And I don't even know
Which go in what row
Or if they're even mine
Or were to draw the line
Whats happened to this peace?
In the middle for a heart?
Were all the peices here
When I began it at the start?
This is SO COOL. i have never read a poem like this, i'm serious. this is a really cool topic and the words you chose are really inspired!