poem

once more this is a page from my journal

There it is again!
what's that sound?
It sounds like music
Where's it coming from
Hadn't I tore the drum skins,
snipped the guitar strings
and buried the pianos?
Unless....
Bach!
That sneaky, sneaky
son of a gun!
He must've slipped in when I wasn't looking
Why do I keep hearing music every time
she passes by?

What is that smell?
It smells like flowers-roses,lilacs and daffodils?
I thought those died long ago.
Why are trees sprouting all over,
Hadn't I burned them all down
the same day I shot all the birds?
Where then is all the cooing coming from
Whenever her eyes fix on mine?

NO!!!!

I won't have anymore of this,
I know what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna seal my lips
till all the oxygen's depleted
Then all the birds will die
all trees petrify
all petals rust and turn to ash
And Bach will finally stop his infernal racket:
the music will die

And my heart will go back to what it once was;

A GRAVE.

Reviews

[nathan]

Going through a phase right now

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

There it is again........had I not torn the drum skins? Sneaky, sneaky...music, I keep hearing. What is that smell? I thought I had burned all the trees down and they are blooming. I won't have anymore of this, I will seal my lips and stop all oxygen until everything dies, especially the music......and my heart will return to the grave.....OH! Dark, but excellent!