Childish

Angels, darkness everywhere

Outer space, now dreams are scarce

Beat you to the start!

There’s an open grave in the backyard,

 

Hello princess I have a beer,

I can’t talk, don’t really care,

I have lived another year

Troubled innocence slow... I sear,

 

Moisturising the winter nose,

Fragrant demolition I was close,

Celebrating the victory sound,

Now my skin tries to please the ground,

 

Should know what I have to say?

Little green men in my way,

Rain, black coats, roses, the sky is grey,

You won’t find me anyway...

 

Midnight sonata and mahogany romance,

Little miss sunshine waving in a trance,

Mirrors watching a ridiculous dance,

And I left them all to chance...

 

Ants running across the screen,

Spider webs I have to clean,

Only time separates

What I am and what I have been...

Reviews

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. oh ... there's a lot going on here ... a word weave that weaves lessons from incidents and events ... through the microscope of brutal introspection ... rather melodiously i must add ... i recited your words and they are music to the ears ... or, so it seems to me ... more importantly ... that last line you wrote ... takes all the other lines to an entirely new level ...

. interestingly, i was precisely where you were until not so long ago ... but (and you have evidence in your mail) ... i've realized ... though it may be too early for me to ... and maybe time will tell me otherwise ... but as of now at least ... i've realized ... that we are what we are ... and we cannot be what we cannot be ... meaning that the core remains the same ... a fact that is somehow comforting ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I had to read this poem a few times. You took me on many journeys. Life teaches us many things. In the end we must look back at a life and hope we did something good.
"Mirrors watching a ridiculous dance,
And I left them all to chance..."
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Rhea]

nice poem.. :)