Lining Up

Creaking wood floors

Don't follow me
Reasoning drifts to
What I can't explain
Stop
It doesn't wait
As the tiniest baby
A sinner?
One series can't
Always be there
In the rose bush
Hidden
Hundreds, thousands
Of rainbows
Don't follow them
They decieve
Unless you shake hands
With the angel
Under the bed
Bring cupcakes
Sprinkled with you
And you will learn
How it feels
To commit to
The race
If you win
You may follow the rainbows
You may fly to the
Unknown realms
Of life
If you lose
You get to stay

Asleep.

Reviews

[robin]

under the sprinkled
cupcakes
left over wrinkled
do I cup
some hope of
living the cream
in the banana
split that floats
under rainbows
alive
with a dead girl
reanimated
as if in a dream...

Interesting experiment
very curious and strange read and enjoyable!

[Vanessa]

There is no freaking rainbow!!!!

Haha, I quote you. Good job. And in this poem, there IS a rainbow and I wanna go there!!!!