I saw you standing there
On the edge
Dressed in the clothes of a lunatic
Where have all the people gone?
Where child, do you belong?
A monument of self control
Bleeding from a dirty bowl
Isn't that the way it's been?
Torment since the evenings drawn
A little out a little in
Where child, have you gone?
A segment of erased doubt
Trashed on the shadows of my fingers
An ingredient to a new beginning
I felt dead and distraught
Between fields of dissent
I hate this it's insane
It's raged a new game inside my brain
You sit there somewhere on a bed
Dreaming sentences and
Catching borrowed memories
How much recognition can change a phrase
To make your soul deteriorate
To make you think of that time
When you knew wear the feelings lie
Cold casts of unchanged heavy rains
Spilt upon pages and pages of words
Dried unto a sun of a thousand thirsts
You say that I am not the one who came
To destroy a piece of scented fate
To smile at me and rest your head
On a rough station of evidence
I can't tell you what that means to me
And I cannot express a single note off key
But the instance in which I become so frail
Is the part in the story that ends the tale
The secret that explodes in my head
Pounding on doors of my being
Of my self controlled self
The velvet belt of slipping
Through the galaxy's tilt
You are somewhere in between my eyes
Somewhere in the eroded skies
As a sipped goodbye to the break of the day
A guilty swallow gone away
A fallen soul…
And a parachute…
Author notes
So I guess I'm just a little stupid when it comes to love. When you have something right there and yet still don't pick it up even if you have the biggest temptation to. You've got some sort of strung up problem. Maybe I do. Possitively I do. Kind of just hit me too. Hah. If you ask me, love is the only true fiction in the world. Its a real unexplainable thing. What can I say?? Some of us are just born to be stuck to its side. I guess its what you believe. It's what you have up your sleeve.
A look to on the past.
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The first stanza would be quite hilarious if "bowl" was changed into "bowel" that is how i read it the first time. It made me shudder slightly. It was funny. Apart from that, the poem was a very enjoyable read. Thought it was long, it did not seem to drag on forever and get boring. Few people can do that. Very few people can do that. Enjo
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Hah. That is funny. Yeah most people I could understand thinking that if they weren't actually inside my head realizing reasons for choices of words and whatnot. Long sometimes, most of the time, tends to be my style. I never know when to shut up. Obviously. Thankyou mucho.
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wow!! this was awesome kali!! i loved it keep the ink flowin! -the turd in your toilet
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