little bead

these are the words
for a little bead,
cuddled and sewn
into parts of me

I take wet hair in knots,
hug, to make it ours.
no sucking in warped time to run
from the ugly, its here
so lets stay

lets embrace the leaves
with our arms, then strain
to save a circular loss.
my bead was meant to be.

my dreams cross first,
the river's waves
that greet my bead, says
"its okay"

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

This is very interesting, I'm not 100% sure what your saying but I find this fascinating anyway. I'm thinking the little bead is you and your deciding to just keep it all together, meaning yourself. I'm probably way off but I like this, I don't need to really know what its about because it I've found my own meaning in it. Great write!

[Vigo Manslaughter]

odd and wonderful

[Isolophobe]

I feel this is poetry in a very true form, not overdone in any way and not underdone to the point of prose. It is all so deep, yet self-explanatory enough to deter bewilderment of a reader, lest they wish to be a c**t and only read it once.