One Last Hurrah for The Feeling Blog

For the Soundtrack to this entry,click on the link incorporated into the title (above). Read the lyrics. Watch the video.

I wrote another poem today on my way back from Stockholm:
Suck it in and then don't release it; Here it is:


There's No Space Left For Breath 1/11/08

I need to meet boys but I can't.

I can't handle the disappointment,
she said.

My heart screams so hard
I can't see or feel anything else.

There's no space left for breath.

It will stop,
she said.

With one more disappointment,
my heart will stop.

I know how you can die of heartache.

There's no space left for breath.

I

     am not

   

breathing.

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Elegant and curled is the blossom.