optimistic daisies
A Poem by
Alpris
i tell myself: there will be an end to my guttered mind i will soon see the gap in which the current tumbles but my mind, it likes to drag itself out ; prolonged thoughts like tired red carpet for the trampling and marvel i tell myself: these thoughts, ill let them ponder then die like a wingless bird stranded in lava lands and those yellow and orange tongues they skin me raw once again but my mind, is a fascinating procrastination of a whirlwind of horror beauty; in its own existence. i'll let it live like optimistic daisies on a lone field of graves
© 2012 Alpris
Reviews
I like the last stanza and the hope it brings. We have so many thoughts sometimes, but in a state of peace, we can find space to think and dream.
Posted 11 Years Ago
F****n awesome
Posted 11 Years Ago
Fuckin awesome
Nothing short of amazing. I love your writing style.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Nothing short of amazing. I love your writing style.
I myself am not a stranger to wasted thoughts due to procrastination. This also remines me of writers block for some reason. Maybe because a sit around and waste my good ideas and when i take the time to create something I'm stuck. I'm constantly frustrated at myself for being lazy. I love this line
"tell myself:these thoughts, ill let them ponder then die like a wingless bird stranded in lava lands"
Posted 12 Years Ago
I myself am not a stranger to wasted thoughts due to procrastination. This also remines me of writers block for some reason. Maybe because a sit around and waste my good ideas and when i take the time to create something I'm stuck. I'm constantly frustrated at myself for being lazy. I love this line
"tell myself:these thoughts, ill let them ponder then die like a wingless bird stranded in lava lands"
Standing in a crowded room, yet feeling all alone as the whispers of silly/tenacious knits eat at you, keeping you from flying? This is what I get from this piece. And that, yes, there can be optimisim even in the valley. Xo. Good write!
Posted 12 Years Ago
Standing in a crowded room, yet feeling all alone as the whispers of silly/tenacious knits eat at you, keeping you from flying? This is what I get from this piece. And that, yes, there can be optimisim even in the valley. Xo. Good write!
For some reason my mind reached to The Rolling Stones while reading this. Like a flash back to beat poetry of San Francisco ala 62
Posted 12 Years Ago
For some reason my mind reached to The Rolling Stones while reading this. Like a flash back to beat poetry of San Francisco ala 62
A great poem, I really love that last verse...
beauty;
in its own existence. i'll let it live
like optimistic daisies on a lone field of graves
seeing the good in a bad situation shows strong character.
Posted 12 Years Ago
A great poem, I really love that last verse...
beauty;
in its own existence. i'll let it live
like optimistic daisies on a lone field of graves
seeing the good in a bad situation shows strong character.
wow, honestly I'm breathless. What an extraordinary write! :D I really love this, you have an incredible talent
Posted 12 Years Ago
wow, honestly I'm breathless. What an extraordinary write! :D I really love this, you have an incredible talent
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
12 Years Ago
Thank you Ally :) such high praise for little old me. Greatly appreciated
12 Years Ago
no problem :D
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Added on September 7, 2012
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Alpris Auckland, New Zealand
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Here is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley:
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