New poem.....untiltled 25/5/07
I am so bad with naming poems. It's my weakness. If you can think of something help me out. Tell me what you think. All of my poems are a work in progress. I may or may not finish them haha.
We are connected by boxes suspended in an ephemeral universe.
Our words travel,
Dangling from the tails of fleeting comets,
That leaves a trail of bittersweet memories that eventually fall and reach the atmosphere of the tanglible Earth in which we reside.
All of our laughter stays concentrated in clouds,
Just waiting to fall upon us we we are scorched from the oppressive rays of a Satanic sun.
Inside of my box,
I hold memories of you that consist of letters written with invisible ink.
Ink made of synapses, not the kind that stains paper or skin or real beating human hearts.
Although my heart does hold a special beat for you, my holographic friend.
It's a beat that coincides with the taps of my fingertips,
On the tip's tips is where our nerves meet in imaginary galactic explosions.
And somehow we have managed to stay connected inside this transparent galaxy that sits just on the outskirts of the concrete world.
The thrill of defying gravity is slowing fading away.
And now I am ready to burst this bubble and fall to the Earth,
To terrestrialize my heart,
With two feet rooted in the the pores of the Earth's skin,
My heart now will thrive from the organic nourishment only she can provide.
We are connected by boxes suspended in an ephemeral universe.
Our words travel,
Dangling from the tails of fleeting comets,
That leaves a trail of bittersweet memories that eventually fall and reach the atmosphere of the tanglible Earth in which we reside.
All of our laughter stays concentrated in clouds,
Just waiting to fall upon us we we are scorched from the oppressive rays of a Satanic sun.
Inside of my box,
I hold memories of you that consist of letters written with invisible ink.
Ink made of synapses, not the kind that stains paper or skin or real beating human hearts.
Although my heart does hold a special beat for you, my holographic friend.
It's a beat that coincides with the taps of my fingertips,
On the tip's tips is where our nerves meet in imaginary galactic explosions.
And somehow we have managed to stay connected inside this transparent galaxy that sits just on the outskirts of the concrete world.
The thrill of defying gravity is slowing fading away.
And now I am ready to burst this bubble and fall to the Earth,
To terrestrialize my heart,
With two feet rooted in the the pores of the Earth's skin,
My heart now will thrive from the organic nourishment only she can provide.