Apr 21, 2012 00:46
Another poem for tonight... Stream of consciousness. I miss the time the words came to me easier....
Anyway, here you go.
Move, Or Don't
Sometimes it doesn't move,
move, move, move,
why don't you move?
At times it keeps circling,
circling, circling, circling,
why do you circle?
It looks so fine,
at far.
Here it's a pain,
at heart.
In ice,
in stone,
never melt,
never break.
Sometimes it doesn't move,
move, move, move,
why don't you move?
And then I want it to run,
run, run, run,
like there's a fire.
It's all so good,
for a sec.
Then it falls,
into ruins.
Never good,
never fine,
frozen, liquid,
fuck you!
Sometimes it stops,
stop, stop, stop,
stop moving!
Move, move, move!
Endless.
Need a release.
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In other topics: Ugh, I see some videos on some of the earlier posts have been removed! >:( I'll see if I can find another ones...
writing,
poem