Explosions of Freeze PopsA Poem by Whales
Drink.
Clawing the dragons out of what. I see no simple kangaroo in the path of loneliness. All I can do what I do is hope that everything I know, Is real. Questions Thoughts So many thoughts. I could do it, and it wouldn't matter. You know no meaning of what is not is yes probably, definitely happening. Well, I can find the kangaroos and hop to safety No I can't. Only whales will guide me to safety. Attacks. On myself? No. I will get rid of them. They are not real, They are. I feel them Watching, Stalking. They talk to me. One, I burned, Rising up again Overloading my senses Denial you are in. You haven't the slightest. This is Meowmorphosis. Why are you scared You are of how many rabbits can fit in my brain? The exact number is 4 Pouring at my Box of Aliens. Nails, 3xpr355i0n. Haunt me. Expel me from my own Whale And let me be alone, For the good of mankind. Then, after isolation has complete my Whales, I will then rejoin us on the day we drown in fires. © 2012 Whales |
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Added on May 24, 2012 Last Updated on May 24, 2012 Tags: whales, loneliness, jnsdjifndsnfazklfen, ytheh AuthorWhalesSouthborough, MAAbouthttp://www.writerscafe.org/whaleand After writing this so many times I'm just gunna say it simple. I hate my poetry here but I don't want to delete it because or memories or whatever. But, I like s.. more..Writing
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