- Lyme disease
- Under this pseudonym, thoughts primarily and eventful setbacks shall be the inspiration to each poem.. .
Showing newest posts with label unsung. Show older posts
Showing newest posts with label unsung. Show older posts
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Hey Pup
I'm terribly sorry pup...
I didn't mean to...
I...
sobs
I...
I didn't mean to run...
I'm terribly sorry really...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Unsung v.6
See in your mind
Flee if you do not;
The words you find
Sound wrong, what not.
Come upon behind
Flee you must not;
Your thoughts I bind
Constrict and bend, what not.
Unsung v.4
I'm losing it
Losing my touch
Losing what I must
never forgetting nor remember:
The crying of the sage
losing everything in rage.
I'm losing it
Losing my arch
Losing what I trust
never remembering nor forgetting:
The dying of the rage
losing nothing in sage.
Unsung v.5
Walk beyond
Yonder the trees,
They're resilient in sight,
Admonish with fright.
Come upon
Squander my tee's,
They're everywhere in sight,
Messy sending fright.
Unsung v.3
With profound knowledge
and unimaginable strength;
with that exquisite charm,
you stretch to a length.
You wield a sledge
measuring a tenth,
knowing it'd bring harm
to strangers around.
With that you adjudge
striking voidless wavelength
into hearts in a swarm
in your youngth.
Unsung v.2
Sticks and stones
they'll break my fall,
Sticks and stones
will break my bones.
Sticks and stones
they're here this fall,
Sticks and stones
shattered my bones.
Sticks and stones
they hurt my heart,
Sticks and stones
broke more than bones.
Sticks and stones
and cuss with your heart,
Sticks and stones
vaporized my bones.
Unsung v.1
Kill the sapling,
remove the soil
and choke it dry;
deducting everything.
Water it not,
rinse them clouds
and dry it to a fig;
when care you cannot.
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