What...you didn't know the kid wrote poetry? Now you know. When theres alot of profanity in it, its lyrics. When it's clean and pure with odd rhyme schemes, it's poetry. You be the judge. What's up Tantra!
~The Pen~
My spirit
writes subliminal messages
with invisible pens
It sketches tattered tales
of loss and shortcomings
I have watched
The life of my old ghost
And its aged course
He is searching
for the glow
that the fair maiden called love emits
My spirit
longs to the feel
the warmth of her rays
My eyes
search for hers and get lost
in her gaze
Can she see me?
How deep can she stare into me
without losing her grip and falling
head over heels
My pen’s movements
have foretold her fall
But the wonder of her smile
and the rush of her kiss
is irresistible
I long to feel her
Again
The pen’s script is fulfilled
As I begin
to love you
The old ghost smiles
as you kiss me back
Slowly
the sun rises over the south
and spreads her wings
The old mans laughs
as his form loses its grey
She sees me and my ghostly companions
Kisses are given to us all
Only then does the pen stop
And rest on its side
empty and quiet.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Poetic Just Us
Posted by Q.Rock639 at 9:37 PM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
hey it pays to travel back
in time, dontcha know
felt this fahreal Q
and i got some pomes
that are peppered
with profanity but have structure
to death, so i'm
stuck in the middle...
nice to read
-s
Post a Comment