Define.

May 27, 2012 § 35 Comments

The casual poets,
the philosophers,
the artists,
the writers,
the observers,
the meaningless poets;
look at me and ask
which one am i?
I tell em i dont know,
i dont want to know.
Read my poems and
define me.

All i can tell them is
my mother is a strong
woman with deep emotions,
takes care of her world,
adds her touch to everything
she touches.
My mother looks me in the
eye and knows what is wrong.
But she’s still undefined,
she says.

Advertisements

Tagged: , , , , , , ,

§ 35 Responses to Define.

Whadya think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading Define. at Rants..

meta

%d bloggers like this: