in a way she loved
the sun was dead
high up above
her eyes were barely open
hard work
on a pointless afternoon
resurfacing quirks
need to be shelved
and of course I can't write anymore
because when it happens
it's more than it ever was
or will be
timeout
I need to frown
and say
I do.
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Damnation
Get back in there
stay put
sweet murder is afoot
don't make a sound
don't move
stay numb
right in your groove
they will not let you cry
just slowly watch you fry
they will not let you try
yet they will not let you die
toss the syringe
fetch the quack
blind him
till he can't look back
Happy Birthday John
13 comments:
nice! i like the first one better :D
The second one sounded more like a country song (new country.. with all the Canadian country pep perhaps) than like a poem.
Keep writing though.
Reading this was like teetering on the edge of some impossible moment when you feel you might go insane, but you'll never know if you do. Transfixing.
prerona: me too :)
brazen head: you think I could singalong :P
thanks for visiting
doc: REALLY?
raven : now that feels good :)
Yeah me 3 likes the first one more. The second one is kewl too ... does sound like a song.
I like the first one. Felt familiar... did you post it before?
Her eyes were barely open
hard work
on a pointless afternoon
I like this bit. Can make me sleep, if youknow what i mean. :)
Happy Birthday John.
must admit...this scared me a bit. but it's amazing, i keep going back over it
aria: thanks
aparna: you read a draft :)
woman: it was on the 9th
shadowlor: hmmmm-you want scary- read the beat to pulp posts in feb...with the alcatraz pics
Seems close to you... this John.
There is much sadness in your work.
I am back...bhaalo tow? recovering for the last time ever ...time to cross the boat... or is it the moat?
woman: john lennon was born on 9th October...
gypsynan: good to know ur back.tell me abou it- boat, moat et al
I know.
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