Poem

Our Love

Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember or the sun?
Did the water caputre our faces in perminacne?
Did the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows fromt he trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret has been revieled.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in a mute testominy.
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It cannot be removed.
You me,
We then,
Were here,
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a breif glimpse of love's promise.
We are not liars,
But theives of time.
For now time has now forgotten us.
Yet or memory lingers, and love remembers.
This place that was ours.

By, Deavin Slayter
Underground Poet

My First Entry

Dear Viewers,

Blogs... ugh..... well at least I can poor out my feelings and let people read about them and not feel bad about what people really think. I mean I have always thought about what people thought, but I just don't anymore. I mena thats not who I am. I just wnat to be myself. Thats all that is important ot me now.

I think that this blog will turn out good. I don't know quite yet.... on account of I just started it and no one has really read it yet.

I hope that it works out.
Please post comments to let me know how I do.
Thanks

Deavin Slayter