Claraaaa! I wrote a nonsensical poem for you! But somewhere along the way, I stopped slaughtering grammar. Actually, it's practically non-existant now. ...It's a lot harder than it looks.
Yeah, so we're singing a song arrangement of e. e. cumming's poem "i thank You God" in chorus. It's a really nice song.
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we were meant to live for so much more )
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"Cruising is for drunk people. DO A SHOT OF LIFE."
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orange and red and yellow breathing in rhythm
(do you hear carat?)
peppermints on an elephant's limb
ears doth speak when eyes open
mouths wander in adjectivial form
red starly pine cone do kill like
illimitably wings and skies and heavens
fishnet stockings.
...No it's not.
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anger it's not really
feeling 7up pepsi bottle in a can
but tumble wicked white rabbit
jump on a swing soar fly
mary's little lamb given
up for slaughter
sweet cherry-winded rain
perhaps.
It is when you're trying to make sense. XD
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if she knows why (does she?)
yes and no she lies she forgives
believing a cure like fire
starlight makes her sadly
(will it help no maybe perchance
but why try)
when it doesn't help
because trying good makes us
yet they no
she'll look ahead rather seeing nothing everything perfection
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painted landscapes frightfully holed
(goodbye, this wicked town
the c l o u d s have stolen her mind
fits of abyssal stone sputtering rain)
breaking promise worse at making
not only do they razor-sharp reject
found the poetically fortunate
journey's fool
horrified wishing never look back
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GOSH GET YOUR NONSENSICAL CAPITALIZATIONS RIGHT
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