Hi there, only a poem

sup troncos

White is the color
blank is the page
open is the cage
blood soaks it wet bandege
grey rain sky over the sea
blue deep dark, savin' cold
chilling breeze
open is the ocean
deep in the dark forest, forest of thousend visions
falls from the sky sparklin' steel rain
the red sunset through the trees
gold
soft golden light
If you like it, tell me I'll send you more, if you don't please tell me how to write better.
El subcomandante troncos
Se sei italiano e leggi questo tanti saluti fratello.

setaside2

That's more color stuffed into a small bucket than I think I've seen in a long while.

sultryevening

wish i had a colour bucket!
the best i can manage is a shade box

setaside2

Originally posted by sultryevening
wish i had a colour bucket!
the best i can manage is a shade box

you know what? THAT was funny! LOL

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

It's part Tremor Christ, part Blood, part Black, Red, Yellow, part Crayola advertisement, but mostly good.

She dreams in color . . . she dreams in aqua-marine . . .

sultryevening

"she dreams in colours- she dreams in pink
she just so colour blind!"

sup troncos

Ok guys this wasn't ment to be a coulorfull poem, now read this

an' old piano playing
for her self
in the orange yellow light of a street light
in a house made of dark wood
the only light
was her own
straining from the window
& waiting for something to happen
she died

Anyway tankyou for writing.
With respect El subcomandante troncos

sultryevening

that one was really sad
sad but nice
really simply put

grooveamatic

I really enjoyed both poems. Keep 'em comin'!

sup troncos

Tank you guys, i've never met anyone intrested in my writings.
PS Iknew i could trust Jersey peaple!
ELsup troncos
Keeep on rockin' in the free world!

sup troncos

I wrote this douring my trip in the estern part of urope, in prague,
still don't know what is it about, maybe me or my more or less girlfriend, any interpretation will be apricieted:

Bitter the taste of life
once hanged on tree of pain
anyway you wash it
remains
as the moon shines so bright
you see no answers
only need to hide
an' as the morn' will come
you'll find your self staring down
at your own footsteps
as the silver river made of perl
will lead you to the knowledge
that every thing you take
will get you hurt
is it a reason to close your heart?
will it be enough to scare you?
will it be enough to scar you?
none is the answer
black is the day
will it be enough?
or will it be another card cheat
where none part of you can be found
except the hungry flame of an' empty heart
too long sleepin'
too much stared the void inside his own self?

May be this is too long or there are some errors but when i wrote this i was drunk in a pub in prague so you know i'm not guilty!

chasin' something in the night... (b springsteen)

daughterson

my body feels it running though
my brain is gathering the seeds
and when i open my mouth, flowers..........
bloom out, bloom out

its like acid in your mouth
its the words that are in your head

this river is not moving anymore
and we've decided this fire is finalized
these indian totum poles............

scream out, scream out at me
scream out ,scream out at me

daughterson

no not too long i really like it

keven 33

i love it

breed that one



i walk along
falling like rain
into her scheme

sup troncos

I liked that daughterson, really, the part of the river but ispecially the 1 of the seeds, anyway guys let's send much poems! we need poetry!

PS in a sort of question
Was the hail hail chourus was a joke about the fact i have a girl?
well got a girl, fact i've got 2 that's ok men i don't believe in god
i'm not joking i really got2!
What a fuck!
sorry
el sup troncos

sup troncos

You know really what the fuck is this world runnin' to 1 of the two left me alone! what a fuck i had 2 girls now i am only drunk!
What should i do to get annalisa back? should i sing her Black?(i know some day you'll have a beautifull life i know you'll be a satr in somebody's else's sky but why why can't it be mine?
or should i sing her Leash? guys help me i don't know!

Hail hail to the ones who are loved!
I'm not anymore!
the complete drunk sup troncos

keven 33

write better by getting inside your pencil



of course ya know i don't think i ever
wrote anything as good as your poem there
and i've been trying for a long time

hope that wasn't easy for you


here's a flash of light to your soul that never burns out

love

sup troncos

TANK YA MY FRIEND I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
I' TOO DRUNK!