Motokid
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poem title ?, and general comments please
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Gray daisies dances around what once was
and what will be tomorrow.
Rain clouds mourn the lost love and heart ache of yesterday
Showering the community with dull grayness--
they are crying for you.
Hope is now the wilted dandelion, the drink of poison
on my desktop.
(Some peroxide for the unworthy?)
They sit next to your liquid soul--
still waiting to be released from the meager vase (other wise known as prison).
Bruises and scars are wrapped in non-existent bandages--
they wont stop bleeding
(I cannot lick these wounds clean.)
The clock stopped ticking
its song of wasted time.
(What has ended now?)
Fairies sleep in cracked vodka bottles--
they stay drunk on dreams
(It’s when they give the best advice to broken children).
Angelic feathers paint a pretty picture
of what faith could have been.
If you hadn’t forgotten about it.
Flower petals thrown to the wind
almost a year ago,
now reach the ocean’s depths.
(They didn’t know it but they’ve been there all along.)
A black rose,
represents desired love.
(at least, I think so.)
So I’ll leave one upon your doorstep
and hope you realize,
that you mean the world
in my eyes.
I wish I hadn’t lost you,
I’ll never get you back
so sit back and watch
as silence turns my world.
Gray daisies dances around what once was
and what will be tomorrow.
Rain clouds mourn the lost love and heart ache of yesterday
Showering the community with dull grayness--
they are crying for you.
Hope is now the wilted dandelion, the drink of poison
on my desktop.
(Some peroxide for the unworthy?)
They sit next to your liquid soul--
still waiting to be released from the meager vase (other wise known as prison).
Bruises and scars are wrapped in non-existent bandages--
they wont stop bleeding
(I cannot lick these wounds clean.)
The clock stopped ticking
its song of wasted time.
(What has ended now?)
Fairies sleep in cracked vodka bottles--
they stay drunk on dreams
(It’s when they give the best advice to broken children).
Angelic feathers paint a pretty picture
of what faith could have been.
If you hadn’t forgotten about it.
Flower petals thrown to the wind
almost a year ago,
now reach the ocean’s depths.
(They didn’t know it but they’ve been there all along.)
A black rose,
represents desired love.
(at least, I think so.)
So I’ll leave one upon your doorstep
and hope you realize,
that you mean the world
in my eyes.
I wish I hadn’t lost you,
I’ll never get you back
so sit back and watch
as silence turns my world.
)