This is a poem I wrote that I found. It's dated February 1st of 2010. WARNING: I don't know what the hell was going through my mind, this one is awkward to me.


Ceramic Tile
Aren't you not amused by her
constant bickering
is it hers of what I make?
the life inside you,
the stench is not of my own
I let you taste life
but why do you betray me?
is it's force to great,
gentile ceramic tile?
if you are my own,
I shall let you breathe again,
then spread forth the light inside