spew venom
sew buttons
rue the night
sue the knight
write rhymes
fight time
bite steaks
white flakes
twiddle fingers
middle fingers
muddle shots
huddle thoughts
watch palindromes
catch fallin' gnomes
patch some torn season
match and scorn reason
I douse my days
and hand-paint desires
they grouse and say
I am but a quaint liar
the sky has been tanning
near the sun forever
should we dye it again
or just set it on fire?
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I refuse to answer any questions...
by the way, my 150th post ... :D
God save the world!!
I try to wake up
just die to make up
too wry to break up
ask why to take up
and yes of course, my obsession with the sky!!
2 comments:
150 and counting...
Counting till Googol.
May you burn in desire,scream at the utter hopelessness of it all, douse your fires with your own tears and wash your face with shame and at the end of it all, write. Write like a dream.
pie..u r an awsum writer/poet watever u cal...
u d magician n ur pen d magic wand...
cheers to u..n many to go :)
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