Idealist Touchs Reality

experiencing unwanted reality

Innocent and young

I hold unto my tongue

Despise nor hate steps into my heart

I've been this way since the very start

rules and regulations hold significance in my soul

only filled with warm, kindness and eccentricity, a whole

no beer to touch my lips

no boy to touch my hips

My eyes entertainingly scroll down the books

refusing to stare at the sex with good looks!

 

I, open the wooden door

waiting for the evermore

alone in a library where sound seems calmest

where the sex's don't speak aloud

of the condom's they have found

 

I taste the colorful words

who've been left alone, the birds

whom pushed from their nests at early ages

they are to be expected

as successful sages

leaving them to fly on their own

claiming for their own golden throne!

 

suspected, with dust and uncleanliness!

Never been read or opened .

only to be left shredded 

splattered in blood by bugs

who had the ambition of a home that would be later

 opened !

In there, dried up paper, in need of moister grew thirsty

dying of hydration

Screeching for a host and home

at once ,I leave the promising bay

to finish the undesirable stressful day

 

I walk along the halls

capturing bodies on the walls 

experiencing (painfully) the kissing , hugging and touching

 

I sit down on the economical chair that never seems to balance  my bottom for

it is uncomfortable and frankly ugly!  

opening up my binder of the knowledge's I have never seemed  to grasped...

 

hearing the bells

we must all aline into our ceils (benches)

 Listening to the young Reverend,

my ear notices the loud giggles and smiles  

for the nun's talk among themselves

conversations surrounding actions of subjects from ancient moons ago!

The nun's potentially claim 

innocent

beautiful

most entirely kind

warm

and shameless

bull s**t!

 

I, sitting beside a girl who had a heart of gold

smelled the air, how odd I was told

her mouthed moved blew away traumatizing cold

 

Boy with no knowledge

ignites the fire

presses the Mary upon his mouth

inhaling the power and might

that gives him the will to fight 

envisioning the world at his feet!

demanding his b***h to fall to her knees

ordering to suck his personal tree.

 

Horror horror caught my nose!

my mind bizarrely froze

tears scurried down my eyes

is my idealistic society all just lies?

 

Yes, I suppose it is so!

Innocence is what I only know!

I do not despise you or your actions

but I fear it will end, not in my satisfaction !

 

Advise you, and it shall be true

watch what you do

the next bed with be waiting for you .

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I do not believe that weed can kill you but I strictly believe that it can lead to other things!

Reviews

[POETIC SOUL 2013]

i like this. It has a lyrical feel to it, and it makes for a pleasant read. And it brings out the subject matter clearly. thank you.

[Saddam]

I walk along the halls
capturing bodies on the walls
experiencing (painfully) the
kissing , hugging and touching
I have never read such a long poetry, but after reading I can say what a poetry formed by you. loveya.