mundane.

mundane.

A Poem by Britanie

i’m bored with life

i want to murder the mundane

i wish to walk down the streets

and make a statement

with only the sway of my hips

i want to carve my name into trees

dance naked in the rain

and kiss every stranger that i meet

make love in a public restroom

while my lover silences the screams

hands touching, legs grazing

eyes making memories

i want to feel the way i used to feel

before i knew any pain.

© 2011 Britanie


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Congratulations
A neat poem
I trust the pain is gone and
the writing will continue.
---- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 12 Years Ago



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