Wednesday, May 13, 2009
i think my poetry's so poser.
So puzzling.
Zero intention to ignite a spark.
Amazing how nothing leads to something.
The chorus is deafening.
It is throbbing like a spear,
Right through my chest.
Hits me again and again.
Embrace it again and again.
Ice, numbs you again and again.
Fickle bites into your skin.
A flu that comes and goes.
The pages left unturned.
Why?
Our beautiful planet is round.
Unpredictable are the souls that live.
So hot and warm.
So addictive, so desirable.
So pretty, so feared.
The intangible progresses,
It is peaceful and fruitful.
To be tangible, it's uncertain.
Enough.
The eyes are ready, to admit defeat
from the earlier trials of the day.
Goodnight lovelies.
Goodnight honeybees.
i love you.
11:32 PM