Wow
restriction redsomething so beautiful, purity - illegal? letting law sculpt reality, pleasures to punishments. would you discard an idea - maturity? gray hair helps the gavel weigh down. if the sun stopped shining on tomorrow - governmental curfews.restriction red
for fives, one definate, two..ripe cherries, pluck them from a hinged wooden box. force one down your swollen windpipe - choke! the seeds seethe, spread until your throat is pregnant.for fives, one definate, two..
Yesterday's Today Is...Title: Yesterday's Today Is Tomorrow's YesterdayYesterday's Today Is...
If I could write one poem To affect someone else's life I would write about change. All past thoughts become Reminiscent in the future, While seeming real in the present. It is important to remember That while every second counts, Seconds accumulate into minutes, Minutes into hours, Until a life is Constructed. To take one second From a life's timeframe is to Render it incomplete. In addition, Not every second is perfect, But this does not contribute to an Imperfect life. Rather,
Sonnymoon for TwoAn exiled man, lonely and forgotten, Under a bridge with lovers' initials inscribed in the worn walkway. Dark shadows allow the hidden man to exist without an overhead clock, The idle sound of the secondhand as a lazy metronome, quarter note = 60. An instrument case sits emptied, Brown as the crust cut from a child's sandwich. The dull-silver saxophone is in the grey hands of the man, serenading the endless night With beautiful sounds, comfortably engulfing silence. Virtuosic display incorporated with the perfect melody.Sonnymoon for Two
things look bleaksummer slowness is sipped sweetly while the children run in the yard. it was the life that america had proposed all accomplish. it was the hopes and dreams of 250 million people, and it was wasted. it went unenjoyed and not noticed. this spiral that was swarming around them grew the more they fed it. and they continued to feed it. years go by and children die without a moment's notice. jonny cash wore black for the world. "i will wear it, till the helpless are saved and the homeless housed." he said something like that. death is not athings look bleak
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David
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I AM THE GREATEST!!!! haha
i'll stick to other art forms
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Yeah I have writte over 500 poems. Um... stick to footbag I guess.
lateS,
David
Hey man, finnaly found you on DA. Im Spadrick on Modified. Nice poetry, you have quite the style! Love it.
Im in the process of getting more of my stuff up here on DA, its taking quite awhile. Stay tuned!
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