solitary bus stop

here along the long road lies a bench

a bench that sits waiting for the temporary company of greyhound passengers

passengers that come and go hourly

this bench is lonesome and cold hoping oneday there will be a city

a city filled with passengers to visit it on their destanationed journey.

 

however,

the bench sometimes is accompanied by a lonley man

this man will come and never go

he sits and waits for that roaring hound to take him to his end

he sits waits and waits

there is still no sound of that dog coming within the peaks of the eyes range

 

this makes the bench happy though

because now this loneley

this solitary bus stop is no longer alone

no long cold

it becomes imune to this man and the warmth he bring along

until one day that man moves on

leaving that bench

that lonley heart

within an indulgence of pitty and anguish in which it take supon itself

 

see

this bench isnt no ordinary stop on a long route

but rather it becomes a home for that lonley man

as well as the remainder of a once happy heart left in the vubbord to collect dust

so clogged and covered that it becomes lost with its own self pitty that it wanders until oneday

that person who hung it up to dry

returns and invubates it back to life

giving it a city to occupy its sadness

 

this man at the bench was saved

however the other lonesome hearts

remain as solitary bus stops

left in the desert like stumps in the forest

Reviews

[i wish to win you with ..]

im turned off by the vulgaridy lol but still i get it lol... yeah i try to be poetic but the order in which it comes out isnt so much lol and trust me im tryin my darndest but its hard when u write on a lap top in the dark on an agle lol so be glad i at least got a couple words right lol :D

[bunny nabber]

I find you a mixture between so eloquent and f*****g messy, for the love of God (and strangers) spell check so your made up goodies (wordage) can shine.

all four are tight so far.