Tuesday, October 31, 2006
- 9:15 pm
doesnt the feeling you get when you find something precious and then lose it suck. i think the best way to get over loss is through brahma meditation. anyways, ive pledged to spend the rest of my days to studying for the a's, working out and writing poetry. pretty much nothing else is worth anything anyway nowadays. im thinking of publishing something in the future? maybe itll be called heartbreak and chocolates.
somehow, somewhere
"dieci cento mille"
she said to me in passing
as we crossed the street
to watch the crowds massing
"i wrote a poem today," i told her
"would you like to hear it?"
again?"yes please"
a sussurus of whispers
surrounds my haven
in the middle of nowhere,
but still somewhere,
somehow, somewhere.
we walk the path of tragedies
we sing grim, black songs
but where the moon shows
she washes away our wrongs
my golden light is healing me
until i pass the next tree
bereft of life, melancholy
hold your heart beating tremulously
"dont give your heart to strangers"
we were once told
by the grove near the lake
where the yew grows old
"dont die before i do."
a string of donts
have chained me to this
a forced faith,
a measured step-
my haven falls
its naked red walls
open a world and a new path
to death,
and a beginning.
night flower
it was dark outside
the wind whispering to
nights lugubrious bride
the trees hugging darkness
to their wooden souls as if
savouring respite from the sun
a golden, glorious sin
is cut off,
suddenly
the void is filled in
silently,
and in the deepening dread
a flower trembles,
querulously.
lonely shadows trudge slowly
along the barren moor
following the guiding light
two by three by four
ever cutting circular furrows
into fabric of the night
his cloak torn thus
he let out a cry
and flees the scene
so day may watch him die
and in the lifting shadow,
a flower sways,
gently.
so yeah. each thing i show you is a piece of my death. enjoy.
fin
hit the stars
