Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Shout

Open eyes, open ears.
Too many thoughts, too many fears.
Closed mouth, Clenched fist.
Not a moment to be missed.
Became a missile from a toe.
When it's time, it is a go.
Let it out, let them know.
It's who you are, so let it show.

1 comment:

blair said...

i want to shout at you.

not bad though....can you write a poem about how this kid annoys the crap out of his teacher all day long?