Just can’t do it — my finger’s been hovering over the Publish button on one of my old poems for a few minutes. It just fills me with horror to release these into the world — these are yearbook-bad.
Maybe tonight, after a few beers….
Just can’t do it — my finger’s been hovering over the Publish button on one of my old poems for a few minutes. It just fills me with horror to release these into the world — these are yearbook-bad.
Maybe tonight, after a few beers….
You shouldn’t do anything you’re that uncomfortable with…unless of course you are trying to push yourself. Then the sky is the limit.
I’m just having normal remorse – these were written years ago by a much younger version of myself — more than a little embarrassing.
So’s my early stuff, but what the heck! I hadn’t thought of posting my older stuff on here. I have a lot of high school poetry -cutesy rhyming crap. lol.
Athens, huh? I’m in Valdosta! Small world isn’t it?
Definitely small.