Last night at work one of my co-workers and I were talking about writing/poetry. Well, she also tells me that she's psychic (which because of a couple of things she's done I do believe) but she has always had the hardest time getting into my head and telling me about my past. She hates it. Anyway, if your still reading this your probably asking yourself "What does this have to do with poetry?". Well, to try to get me to open up she gave me a little bit of homework. I would write a poem about my deepest feelings and she would write one in return. I'm thinking it was a way to get into my head. So I wrote her a poem...by the way it isn't any good in my opinion because the last time I wrote anything was in 2004. I'm trying to get back on the creative track though. Without farther interruptions I give you FOR MY FRIEND, NAT I have nothing to write, not one word to tell All of my memories are locked in a cell You make me smile wanting to know Who I might be deep down below For I do not know myself and I am not lying Sometimes it caused me to beging crying I've always denounced poems that rhyem And I will hate this one, just give it good time So here's "So long to you" my psychic friend Nat To you I give a bold tip of my hat Well, that's it folks...I thought it was a clever kick in the junk.
