When Sharp Sounded So Flat

 All thats left is the sound of a piano

Its screaming so loud now

I forget I'm writing poetry

To its dying melody

As I finish this verse

I realize I am cursed

To be wanting more

Should have writen this before

 

Streaming lights in rows of four

While chairs dance upon open floor

There's a target, a target

Oh baby do you get it, got it

Oh to bad honey

I'm sorry this isn't funny

Oh honey bunny and the moon

Oh this is such a small big room

 

Sound proof

From head to roof

The tiles acting as waves

The contract is making me a slave

Tick-oh-tock, tick-oh-tock

Come on baby reset the clock

I think its gonna brake my heart

Because I just might brake its arm

 

Lockers with locks

Lockers remain unlocked

There's a paradox on every wall

Crickets come to call

They came in through my exit

And leave as blessed

As they came

Outlets only give what's forgotten

When apples turn rotten

 

Paper with secret notes for me

they shroud themselves in mystery

Now my poetry most end

For the piano is dead

Its cries still ring in my ears

So I warn you beware

Oh honey play like you did again

Play for me like you did for them

Author's Note

the picture i used is characters from Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics
he is my fav author ever
you should really look him up

Reviews

[jumbie's #1 fan]

hey i read this at school. It was better then. hahaha, just kidding. it's a beautiful write. of course, all of your stuff is...oh well...luv ya

[Reika]

You don't know how completely awesome I think this poem is.

Yeah, I think I already told you this,
but my favourites were the first and last stanzas.
And I kept thinking of it, and like, how it can be a song.
It's just really trippy.
And like, the images it puts in my head.
And the honey bunny.
Woo. (Trophy Scars =