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this is my third post and i think im finally getting the hang of how to write for a blog. hmmmm. so this next poem is probably one of my least favorites that i have written. i wrote it in febuary of '07 and then rewrote it in december of 2008. so here it is. its not that good, im just warning you.

irony

to spend your life,
not carring for other people.
that is what you've done,
sad but true.
to spend your life,
settting a trap.
catching flies.
then you realize,
this is your own fate.
its what you've done.
and its too late,
you've begun,
to weave webs,
for one.

febuary 9th 2007~december 13th 2008


*i am still not so sure who i wrote this poem about. its not about myself. in fact, up until this point in my previously written poems, none have really been about me until i grew to fit them later on. like the one titled 'mine' was not about me in anyway, but then a few months ago i reread it and thought how it kinda described me. so yeah..anyway, almost all the poems i wrote after i composed the previous ones are autobiographical. but this one was not written about me, but then again. maybe it was, subconciously i mean. maybe its sorta written about all of us. maybe we all should learn not to set a trap for ourselves by not carring for anyone. maybe. its just a thought. hmmmm..