Amber sunset sky
Late autumn leaves turn spirals
as litter flutters
I don't know why she never really knew me
I wish I knew why she was so unkind
And why she cut my clothes to shreds so rudely
And ripped the peace cleanly out of my mind
Tap roots turn and twist under
roses quiver with dew in ardent scarlet
as bees drowse on the lavender.
My garden is a taut wilderness;
budding event-art waiting to open
like the blossoming of our passion
if you would only look at me....
i hate myself
i hate my life
my fingers close around the knife
my cuts are mouths screaming in vain
as blood mixes with streaming rain
Hey lonely -
your poem sucked.
Read more, get out more,
eat meat or forever hold your peas.
Nightfall comes slowly
wood smoke billows from chimneys
as the lights go out.
N E 1 want 2 chat?