hollow

i was reading deng's blog with her wonderful poems and my new friend karl's poems at the likhaan website, and rainer maria rilke's poem duino elegies that karl told me about this sunday, and i got to thinking...

i just stopped. i stopped writing poetry. i've been looking back at lot at my amateur writing, and i never really got better. i seem to have stopped before i got better. and i'm kind of sad about it...

because it means i have no song in my heart. i don't have the blues, none of those goth drones, no sunny grooves, and no glorious hymns of peace and praise. i'm just drifting, one borrowed song to another.

it seems like i have to get back somewhere, a place of my own. it seems like i need to figure out how this hollow heart sounds if it sings...