from tuesday on

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited August 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
as my heart gets harder my consonants go soft
i told you fifty stories about a highrise
and scraped clawmarks into
a chalkboard with a sky drawn on
to simulate the trails left behind
by the planes we ignore passing overhead
because nothing lives up to its name . . .
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    :)


    agree :)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • A skewed desk lamp illuminates the dusty scene
    My life is dirty, because I’m too busy to stop and wipe it down
    A rag collects dirt
    and is then used to clean.
    I gave away my last cent
    So that my friends would know I’m happy and wealthy and well.
    I’m sick and poor, but I am happy
    A magnifying glass amplifies details, sometimes too much
    I’ve been through this so many times I know every ridge
    Of your fingerprint
    So it’s really quite unnecessary to magnify anything
    Especially my doubts, and my hopes.
    An old speaker sits atop my table
    I have no idea whether or not it works
    But it has potential, and that’s what really matters
    Because I know I haven’t reached my potential,
    but that’s what makes life worth living
    "Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
  • also, nice work
    "Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    thanks redmosquito for that addition, i like it.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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