You Turn into Displeasure

This was created via random facebook status's of mine, via http://what-would-i-say.com/ =) Enjoy. I love it

And we are still friends

You’re so predictable

                Nope not natural

I’ll be afraid to see much

 

                So I’m getting better

Nope.

 

                It wasn’t anything.

                                Wait.

Yeah there was that

 

I’ve let my spirit come looking

In this night

                                Please.

                Make it.

Beautiful

On the day we die

Painted on the cities blood red curbs

                Of destiny

 

I’m printing

                A poem by mistake

We keep mostly to ourselves

Trying not to make wishes

While I hold a family of hostages

                The wisest things come from my

                                Nightmares

 

Let’s make a crush

                We can always find a different galaxy

But this life time is passing us by

                You see I’m going to hell

                                To experience great things

 

And even so

                It will be weird

The concept of us

I miss how often enough

                                I felt at home

I am.

So

We are.

 

Tell me it’s from a poem.

                You told me

And I miss you

Do you still love this?

I think I might have a secret

                I love you.

And this makes me

                A monster

 

You gave me a twisted love story gone wrong

                I think I’m terrified

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

You know, I just mentioned something about there being a quilt in my mind, sewn together with poetry. That's exactly what this feels like to me. You took some phrases, some every day verses and words and terms, and stitched them together as a poem that speaks as a whole, through it's disjointed pairings and conceptions. I enjoyed it, for the lack of understanding all of it. It gave the distinct impression of thoughts strung together, in a secret code only your own heart would understand completely.

[kera moondust]

this poem is held pretty dearly to my heart because it's so random =) it's beautiful

[MachinaWriter]

I agree. I think it's randomness made people think it meant nothing, or scared them away from commenting. But often randomness means more than cohesion, if you look at the thread and not the patches.

[kera moondust]

perhaps. =)

[Bob Sherunkle]

I really liked this.Very well written.