I graze on stars like a cow
I stare at stars like a mad man
I feast upon the stars with a silver spoon
The stars are mine.
They are my only friends.
Some shine bright
Others shine brighter
That doesn't matter they are still there
the sky's diamonds and jewels
Strung with cosmic dust
I'd wear them proudly
I think about that often
While I'm gazing at stars
Feeling the universe
Mind going to mars
Poems I've written on ideas, events, and thoughts I have had, expirenced, or have an opinion on. All original. Enjoy!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
leftover words
erased words are left over
they leave their own mark
they imprint the page
they never quite go away
they linger and stay behind
they flicker there like lights
left turned on
using up energy
like a burned out lightbulb
leftover words
taking up space
being a pain
if wrote in pen
LEFT BEHIND
they leave their own mark
they imprint the page
they never quite go away
they linger and stay behind
they flicker there like lights
left turned on
using up energy
like a burned out lightbulb
leftover words
taking up space
being a pain
if wrote in pen
LEFT BEHIND
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Past it all
Umbrella float me down
past solid ground
take me higher
past mountains and purple snow caps
float me past
big balloons
umbrella.
move mountains
over skyscrapers
and hillsides
and views
away from home
cover me rain
engulf me waterfalls of mist
sheild me umbrella
past it all
past solid ground
take me higher
past mountains and purple snow caps
float me past
big balloons
umbrella.
move mountains
over skyscrapers
and hillsides
and views
away from home
cover me rain
engulf me waterfalls of mist
sheild me umbrella
past it all
Rain
Daises
It's raining
drip drip
raining daises
it smells so sweet
sweet rain
trickling petals
daisy
it's raining daises
a skyfield
eversweet
smelling of daises
the thought drives me crazy
It's raining
drip drip
raining daises
it smells so sweet
sweet rain
trickling petals
daisy
it's raining daises
a skyfield
eversweet
smelling of daises
the thought drives me crazy
Dot.
dot dot
single page
red spot
several now
dripping pens
ink blood
pens bleed
arms rip
pens caps
drip
pools
red ink
I've become
a pen
watch me run
single page
red spot
several now
dripping pens
ink blood
pens bleed
arms rip
pens caps
drip
pools
red ink
I've become
a pen
watch me run
Monday, January 7, 2013
No where is home
Pink lips forming words I won't hear
Small emotions
becoming expressionless
Tuning in on my soul's piano
I play a happy song
It sounds twisted as I hear it
dark when I feel it
Like cold water rushing through my pipes
storm clouds swirl above
letting down tears
warm yet chilling to the touch
I think about my actions
I cannot take them back
for all I have done
has brought me here
Where I belong
no where
Small emotions
becoming expressionless
Tuning in on my soul's piano
I play a happy song
It sounds twisted as I hear it
dark when I feel it
Like cold water rushing through my pipes
storm clouds swirl above
letting down tears
warm yet chilling to the touch
I think about my actions
I cannot take them back
for all I have done
has brought me here
Where I belong
no where
Words are invisible ink
I don't have scars.
I had scars.
they have faded.
Just like the person I was;
when these words hurt me.
When I tried to be perfect
I was shut down
turned off
forgotten
morfed into this person with scars.
these scars only I can see
What I myself seem to be;
someone hiding behind a vocal blade
covered in sharp words.
I had scars.
they have faded.
Just like the person I was;
when these words hurt me.
When I tried to be perfect
I was shut down
turned off
forgotten
morfed into this person with scars.
these scars only I can see
What I myself seem to be;
someone hiding behind a vocal blade
covered in sharp words.
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