Two or three things I know about you.
You’re, altogether, eight,
With 5, the dog,
Nneka, the singer,
Your intricate ways
And weird suspense,
Full of questionable humor and intense.
Two or Three
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Arhive etichete: poem
The Fear Is Poetry
The fear is poetry,
Said my crow.
And feathers were running away from it.
An island of non-sense,
Do I make any sense?!
The crow asked me
And flew away from me.
It left me with horns
And spikes
And trembles.
No pieces of tomorrow,
I’m just cloathed in sorrow.
Please ignore my vegetative state. I did listen to the new HURTS album all day long, but now my interest shifted towards IAMX and I Come With Knives and Noblesse Oblige and all the decadent sounds in my life.
Partajează asta:
start
my words are not a poem,
my soul is not a dream,
but if i had a heart,
i’d use it just to start.
Partajează asta:
Unwanted
As I rip and burn and crash,
Instead of falling on the ground,
I, for you, am just a rash,
Itching without sound.
Partajează asta:
Churchless
I have no church to go to now.
The rain that spills all over town
Has yet to give me the thumbs down
Because I lost its holy crown.
Partajează asta:
Soulsaver
Of all my guilt and all my tremor,
There’s nothing left but splendor.
The time that left my sleep alone
Has woken up to hear me mourn.
All shaken, but not hidden yet,
I have forgotten how I slept.
Instead of teeth and grudge and terror,
I sleep with eyes open in error.
I have no church and I forgot.
I lost my soul, holy or not,
And I am here, without the waver,
Just looking for my soulsaver.
Partajează asta:
hungry
i’m hungry to learn,
eager to fly,
too tired to burn,
too low to get high…