By the creek

I’m not really what you’d call a poet, however, I wrote this short verse during the summer as I sat under a moonless night sky next to the creek in my neighborhood. I had had a pretty sour night that I’d rather not discuss, so I’ll leave this all open to interpretation, but it’s pretty straight forward stuff. Enjoy. -C

P.s. I’ll try to post things that are a little less depressing next time.

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Daydreams trickle down my soul to a place where creeks flow free of their narrow borders

To a place where smiles and happy spirits carry through the wind

Where my hair flys behind me

And emotion runs thin.

A place where I don’t need coffee, cigarettes or zen.

No things to soothe what is within.