Freckle Filter

Freckle Filter

A Poem by Aekmy

This world feels so loud.
There is too much going on.
Could you turn that mess down?
I'm losing myself inside the lawn.

Oh, what a maze this is.
Are you there?
I think we've had time to live.
It's odd, but please don't stare.

These freckles are done with the winter!
They want to come back and filter
the good from the bad and separate 
all the love from the hate.
Would you climb down and give me a hand?
I'm glad we're in Never Land.

I'd love to sit on a cloud.
It's so serene.
I'm never coming down.
The stars sparkle with a gleam.

These freckles are done with the winter!
They want to come back and filter
the good from the bad and separate 
all the love from the hate.
Would you climb down and give me a hand?
I'm glad we're in Never Land.

I'm never letting go of what you told me.
It's too precious watching you smile to stop the message going.
Tell me how you feel, what you want.
Oh, sing to me those crystal dreams.

© 2010 Aekmy


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Aekmy
It just came to me.

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This is a very beautiful and powerful poem. I love it

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is such an excellent write.
My favorite part was;
"This world feels so loud.
There is too much going on.
Could you turn that mess down?
I'm losing myself inside the lawn."
There is just something so irresistible about it.
I really like the last line too because I feel a condescending longing coming from it.
Keep up the great writing.
I can't wait to read more from you soon!

-Elissa :)

p.s; going to my favorites immediately :D

Posted 14 Years Ago



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