Some Of Us On Earth

Morning is nothing that actually exist,
fluctuations on and of the sand;
Lizard skin is on my hands,
(I wan't to lie down in bed
high)

I enjoj my highs, even when I'm down,
would you care for me when I touch the ground?
I love you more than you will ever know,
without you I died
and I'm down below

Field of poppy makes them feel bitter and sour,
after early hour they all fade away
and reappear again
to try another way
in the land of something
they don't understand

Reviews

[Autumn Falls]

I'm digging this dude. It's beautiful

[isus]

thanx :)

[Mary Christabel George]

I liked the rhyming.
It was a treat reading this.
smile on my face :)

[isus]

: )

[Blossom]

First of all, thanks for the friend request, Isus.
Lovely and surreal! I love the mood of your poem. Thoroughly enjoyed and I hope, completely understood.

[Kahtia Howard]

One slight spelling error, first line of the second stanza. In regards to the content: your poems take me to a different world, one I feel I connect to so well. Your poems are short but tell such a great story in that time- something I myself am not able to do successfully. I think I'm going to shelve this one in my library.