Dark Poetry #4 |
above the clouds |
Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I want to take a bottle of gasoline and pour from above these clouds. I want to make it all come down in big red flames. I want to be the one to burn up the rain. have the fire curl up in my face like one big smile, and just laugh and call it a day. Sit and watch my creation. the smell is sickeningly sweet as the droplets cease to give birth to tears. When theres pain there's tears. So no one getting hurt. AS I murder the rain. And no one can find the killer cause she's hiding up inside the gray. my sceme is upon thin paper, my heart beats below weary skin. So I keep staring, the same eyes, that refuse to shine. I succum to the dampness pentration. gas fumes sugar sweet just hand me the lighter I can not write lately, I don't know what my problem is. So be harsh if you want, I need to getting writing again. Thanks for your time. |
||
© Copyright 2003 Alexis Smith - All Rights Reserved | |||
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I want to make it all come down in big red flames. I think at one time or another we all wish to be in control and end the "rain". nice M |
||
eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
i really enjoyed reading this lexy, good write "So what befalls the flawless? |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |