Three.twenty-eight.oh-nine
I'm off to the movies in a couple hours, just wanted to post some poems here before I venture off to chill with my peoples.
03.28.09
"You don't know where you're going?
Ma'am, do you know where you've been?"
I know not where I'm going,
That man knows where I've been.
"Well, my lady, open the door, hop in!
I'll show you what it means to be taken for a spin."
My dear, my dear! he yelled mid-spin,
I'll open the door, you just walk in!
"Sir, sir, where are you going?
More importantly, sir, where have you been?"
You know where I'm going,
And you've seen where I've been.
"So, my sweet, where were you going?
I seem to have forgotten where exactly you've been."
You remember where I'm going,
And you've been where I've been.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, it just doesn't sink in.
Get out of the car, now, give me a li'l spin."
My precious, sweet lady, he kept up his spin.
They were his arms that she was now in.
Dear, where were you going?
Sweet, where have you been?
Love, you know where I was going,
And you know where I have been.
03.27.09
Thin waves of electricity crashed
Around her upturned face
Surges of rain plummeted down
With such ravenous haste
Her hands were clasped
Behind her slender back
Until zzzt! she was struck
And those bones went slack
Soon volts of energy rushed
From her chest to her back
The doctors hurried about
Her numb body with haste
As one had to pull the skin
From her upturned face.
Well, yeah. This is going to be a super long post, because of these poems... Anyways, the following ones were all from March 13th, and the first line of each was given to me by a friend to expand upon them... Not all of them are gonna be here, 'cause my phone deleted some of them...
The trousers whip in the wind
Violently. The dust settles about
His feet and he frowns, the lines
In his face deepening to dark
Trenches. They run like rivers,
Twisting and turning through his
Skin. But it doesn't matter. No,
He doesn't see himself. Mirrors
Are a rarity, and they are expensive.
Thinking of vanity is wrong, when it's
Splurging or starving for the month.
Needs of his family came before
Anything he needed. Aside from the
Seeds he needed to harvest, of course.
But those days are through. His dear
Wife and three kids vanished that day
So many moons ago. He stands
In the wind, his clothes gathering
Dirt and silently he weeps to the sky,
"Why can't I be dust like them?"
The letters in her name
Bore no resemblance to herself
Like a bird, she shed those
Juvenila feathers from her
Body, and started her
Life anew. It was grand
Before she realized, that
A name isn't you, it
Cannot change your ways.
And by molting of such,
You've given you away.
The letters in her name
Were pressed in the dirt
Below his feet.
In an instant
Her uncertainty wavered and
She fell
Before him.
He smirked for
She had just given
Him everything, every part of
Herself.
As the parrots scatter,
The tiger growls at a loss.
Rain's pitter-patter
Isn't washing blood from claws.
It's humid and thick,
The air is muggy.
The hunter's guns click
Into a world so buggy.
Iron and wine
Built our haven.
Wrecked it started,
Clumsily it ended.
We were good then
But we weren't built of
Iron and wine.
Staring brown eyes,
Smirking full lips.
They can't stop skies
Or daring sound ships.
So yeah, those were only some of them. I really should've written them all down, but maybe my friend still has them. Although I seriously doubt it. Stupid, stupid me.
03.28.09
"You don't know where you're going?
Ma'am, do you know where you've been?"
I know not where I'm going,
That man knows where I've been.
"Well, my lady, open the door, hop in!
I'll show you what it means to be taken for a spin."
My dear, my dear! he yelled mid-spin,
I'll open the door, you just walk in!
"Sir, sir, where are you going?
More importantly, sir, where have you been?"
You know where I'm going,
And you've seen where I've been.
"So, my sweet, where were you going?
I seem to have forgotten where exactly you've been."
You remember where I'm going,
And you've been where I've been.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, it just doesn't sink in.
Get out of the car, now, give me a li'l spin."
My precious, sweet lady, he kept up his spin.
They were his arms that she was now in.
Dear, where were you going?
Sweet, where have you been?
Love, you know where I was going,
And you know where I have been.
03.27.09
Thin waves of electricity crashed
Around her upturned face
Surges of rain plummeted down
With such ravenous haste
Her hands were clasped
Behind her slender back
Until zzzt! she was struck
And those bones went slack
Soon volts of energy rushed
From her chest to her back
The doctors hurried about
Her numb body with haste
As one had to pull the skin
From her upturned face.
Well, yeah. This is going to be a super long post, because of these poems... Anyways, the following ones were all from March 13th, and the first line of each was given to me by a friend to expand upon them... Not all of them are gonna be here, 'cause my phone deleted some of them...
The trousers whip in the wind
Violently. The dust settles about
His feet and he frowns, the lines
In his face deepening to dark
Trenches. They run like rivers,
Twisting and turning through his
Skin. But it doesn't matter. No,
He doesn't see himself. Mirrors
Are a rarity, and they are expensive.
Thinking of vanity is wrong, when it's
Splurging or starving for the month.
Needs of his family came before
Anything he needed. Aside from the
Seeds he needed to harvest, of course.
But those days are through. His dear
Wife and three kids vanished that day
So many moons ago. He stands
In the wind, his clothes gathering
Dirt and silently he weeps to the sky,
"Why can't I be dust like them?"
The letters in her name
Bore no resemblance to herself
Like a bird, she shed those
Juvenila feathers from her
Body, and started her
Life anew. It was grand
Before she realized, that
A name isn't you, it
Cannot change your ways.
And by molting of such,
You've given you away.
The letters in her name
Were pressed in the dirt
Below his feet.
In an instant
Her uncertainty wavered and
She fell
Before him.
He smirked for
She had just given
Him everything, every part of
Herself.
As the parrots scatter,
The tiger growls at a loss.
Rain's pitter-patter
Isn't washing blood from claws.
It's humid and thick,
The air is muggy.
The hunter's guns click
Into a world so buggy.
Iron and wine
Built our haven.
Wrecked it started,
Clumsily it ended.
We were good then
But we weren't built of
Iron and wine.
Staring brown eyes,
Smirking full lips.
They can't stop skies
Or daring sound ships.
So yeah, those were only some of them. I really should've written them all down, but maybe my friend still has them. Although I seriously doubt it. Stupid, stupid me.