ThOuGhTs

Really random short writing. I'm really bored.

The bees hit the windowpane in a rhythmic motion

With the clacking of the pickle jars on the crimson moon.

The dogs meow at a mourning tree

Wallowed over the sun.

The beating heart of a lifeless dead

In this premonition.

Nobody see the blind

When blind see everybody.

 

Author's Note

OMG I LOVE THE LAST 2 LINES I AM SO CHANGING THEM INTO A REAL SERIOUS POEM!

Reviews

[Pepsimax]

im with you author, the last to lines are amazing.
the entire context of the poem is original and well written.

[Sexy P3nguin]

I loved the way you worded it
The whole poem has a kind of abstract feel to it and you totally made it work
Great job 1000000/10