i cant stand this
i hate it and mean it
i didn't plan this
yet fate wants to seal it
too much going on
all my problems are gone
the ones that kept me up at night
like annoying songs
now they are
more like nightmares
and me i'm a flightless bird
i'm just a battery
locked up in the dark
feeding the world negative energy
when i dream theres a spark
so vivid the streetlights kissing chrome
artificial yellow ochre and then i am home
just wrote this for and about someone i know
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mcee fya
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Mon 10 Aug, 2009 06:55 am
and just realised i put it on the wrong thread! duh lmao!!! supposed 2 go on spontaneous poems, oh well :p
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edgarblythe
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Sun 29 Nov, 2009 08:12 pm
paint all the meadow
with strokes of silver and gold
from the master's pail
His tag said “Teddy”
And he leaned on me, panting,
Where I plopped upon the shore
Tired from sharing his antics.
I hadn’t asked, he volunteered
To squire me on my walk.
Grinning broadly, vainly
Lollopped after seagulls.
And gifted small treasures
And body heat. I, crooning,
Stroked my benefactor’s
Graying velvet muzzle.
when you read through my s$%t, you gotta try
to be fast, imagine the African drum
beating behind, with the rhythm and the soul
getting you lost in it, don’t pause and think
might like what’s not yours
or hate simple lines from a teenager
lost, peer pressure in his stage
even worse, Spike is confusing me
big words like digressing
leaving me befuddled
on the dictionary, perusing
looking for the link
between girls and the colour pink
for they hate it when you wink
but when they do, it’s like a song
finding yourself humming along
enjoying the attention, God's perfection
staring your direction
not seeing the guy behind you
the wide smile in his face
making you paddle fast, change your pace
for the love and winks were meant for him
(whoa.. guess I'm back though my mojo fell on the way)
when you read through my s$%t, you gotta try
to be fast, imagine the African drum
beating behind, with the rhythm and the soul
getting you lost in it, don’t pause and think
might like what’s not yours
or hate simple lines from a teenager
lost, peer pressure in his stage
even worse, Spike is confusing me
big words like digressing
leaving me befuddled
on the dictionary, perusing
looking for the link
between girls and the colour pink
for they hate it when you wink
but when they do, it’s like a song
finding yourself humming along
enjoying the attention, God's perfection
staring your direction
not seeing the guy behind you
the wide smile in his face
making you paddle fast, change your pace
for the love and winks were meant for him
(whoa.. guess I'm back though my mojo fell on the way)
back
gotta say... mojo's back! Yuppers.
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Seed
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Thu 18 Feb, 2010 10:26 pm
@Izzie,
Dark walls flicker with light
candles aflame, dinner before her sits
Ambiance means nothing
When it's enjoyed alone
This happenstance that makes us choose a path
Robert Frost has dealt with it the best.
Our each decision tends to repercuss
In ways that might redound within the breast.
And so we blindly bounce and try and try
To find the path that leads to happiness.
We mainly blunder, blindfolded and grim
Laid open to a lover’s foot’s impress.
Nirvana
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edgarblythe
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Wed 14 Jul, 2010 07:08 pm
balanced myself on a pin
pointed my finger within
felt majestic as montana
wondered what they call nirvana
Is the finite flesh the all?
Does the corporal house a spirit?
Even if this short sweet dance is all,
I dare not pause to fear it.
I strive to find the melody
And seek to sway in time,
and hope that wherever the journey ends
I was part of the rhyme.
((((((((((Spike))))))))
