Too...
Too tired to sleep, too restless to do much less.
Too concerned with tomorrow to let yesterday get in the way.
Too much in Love to let my worries consume me.
Too late tonite...except to watch them in their state of dreams.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Love | 1 | 03/22/2010 |
| Time | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| Rambling Thoughts | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| Drive On | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| Scars | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Impulse | 0 | 03/12/2010 |
| Fools' Ideals | 0 | 03/12/2010 |
| Catch | 0 | 03/12/2010 |
| Time and Space | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Un | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Desperate | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Forever Love | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Kiss Me | 1 | 03/09/2010 |
| Shades | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Call | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Fantasy | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Vacant Thoughts | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| Too... | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
| untitled | 0 | 03/09/2010 |
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