The Waves

one of three poems I wrote while tripping

I must admit I caught a glimpse I 

can't forget about that

sits peripherally and makes me look to 

make sure you're still there when I'm fine and 

I come back down again and 

maybe you'll still think I'm cool. 

Melted and 

swanny and staring sad and 

mischievous like you couldn't 

fantasize on your own and it's 

funny how young everyone is 

now that I'm drunk in two realms.

Reviews

[Terry O'Leary]

An interesting ride!
Nice poem!!

[The Twin Arenas]

melted and swanny. what a line.


the last is good, too. great write. a nice combination of youth and skill.

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much for the feedback! :)

[Aero]

love these, keep it up. well written

[scarlynn]

Thank you! :)