Ya know
Iv got that feeling
i have nothing important to wright
every syllable will languish
and fall to a heavy death
from the tedious hight of someone's tongue
if spoken allowed
*splat went the word emotion for example
All iv got tonight is
is, is, is,
nightmares i suppose
on the news,
fictional television,
and in my head.
it seems of late all we have is nightmares.
I wish i knew what to do with them
I wish that i had the patience to twist them up
to look like cocoons
and release them
like butterflies
but i cant
of course i cant
I wish we had someone who could.
Ha
maybe its you?
A contest entry
- Are you a sidewalk poet? by seven.
1221 points, ended October 15, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This one dosnt feel right...
Comments
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I wish that i had the patience to twist them up
to look like cocoons
and release them
like butterflies
i would love to hear this poem read out loud.
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