How ya'll folks doin. I was searching for poetry sites and this came up and looked around and
thought it was pretty sweet. Yeah so heres my first post. My girl friend at the time sent me this
picture (we broke up this monday) a while back and I thought it was quite sad.
Where'd you find this picture? I am guessing that your title thing there is directed to your ex, eh?
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.