04-04-2016, 10:49 AM
[If I ever happen to touch this one again, then I might ask for it to be moved from here. Nevertheless, this was not so much a fun poem, being that was written for a recent romantic failure (and hence why I may not touch it again). Title is a lazy one.]
Green and blue cords
crossing red lights,
carry my heart,
fire, ignite.
Coffee at dawn
anchors on land,
ripples emit,
shaking in hand.
"Symmetry binds;
balance is key."
Words of the man
I used to be.
Switches are clicked,
chemicals burst,
satellites fall,
and now I've exploded.
Green and blue cords
crossing red lights,
carry my heart,
fire, ignite.
Coffee at dawn
anchors on land,
ripples emit,
shaking in hand.
"Symmetry binds;
balance is key."
Words of the man
I used to be.
Switches are clicked,
chemicals burst,
satellites fall,
and now I've exploded.
If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room.
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona
"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona