I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
That what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't, you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write
I was going to go somewhere with this
and I said fuck it, I don't all the way agree
but I like how he put it and I ain't debating shit

alex herewane's Works

Poetry	2010-12-21	farewell Carmalitta
Poetry	2011-01-05	time to go home
Poetry	2011-01-07	surprise farewell
Poetry	2011-01-16	This room
Poetry	2011-01-22	Bombers party
Poetry	2011-01-22	Untitled
Poetry	2011-01-23	birds
Poetry	2011-01-24	the tomb
Poetry	2011-01-29	crack the shell
Poetry	2011-08-04	kiss the road
Poetry	2011-08-20	stare down the sky
Poetry	2011-10-05	phone call
Poetry	2011-10-13	stories from my brother (part one/two)
Poetry	2011-11-16	Tango
Poetry	2011-11-24	Ode for robert Johnson
Poetry	2012-02-04	say you remember me
Poetry	2012-02-07	Don't let the wizard in
Poetry	2012-02-13	words play the tune
Poetry	2012-02-23	house of cloth
Poetry	2012-05-26	blues, I think
Poetry	2013-06-21	The Stranger
Poetry	2013-09-16	my street
Poetry	2013-12-31	Untitled 7

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