The girl with no shadow
Comes to haunt my dreams
The girl with no voice
Sings in my ear a song,
And a little girl is lost
The little girl is me
I wander from bed to bed
Searching for my sleep,
But my dreams are now haunted,
And a soundless tune stuck in my head
10 comments:
she might not say
she might not sing
give her a way
dont hurry a thing
be happy that she walks
dont worry 'bout the song
unlike void talks
she'll be there long
like you she strolls
like you she's alone
like you she calls
like you... all gone
no one to reply
but her own voice back
another hopeful cry
again words crack
she feels there's a gap
that's why it's so sore
give her your lap
and she'll haunt no more
don't be too hard
she's just like sand
she'll be there for you
just... stretch your hand
well well well...didnt expect so much poetry spewing through the fissures of this blog.
nice but a little too impressive perhaps
well at times, it rhymes!
ur poems r very nice but also very dark. i guess i know why.
guess i missed a rhyme right there...
and oh... what is impressive... sorry i am ignorant of metalanguage...
Mizfit, where is FTM? and where has ur blog disappeared?
hi mizfit, hope your journey is going well. Uglygirl, Love the quotes. Here is one for you:
Every day a little death,
In the parlor, in the bed,
In the curtains, in the silver,
In the buttons, in the bread.
Every day a little sting,
In the heart & in the head.
By, Stephen Sondheim (1930- )
P.S. Not trying to be morbid just find it ironicly(sp) humorous.
B0oMsHanK, Metalanguage? not in my big dictionary. Do you mean 'meta' as changed; as in metamorhposis?
metalanguage is the language which talks about 'language' itself... here-poetic language...
Was just wondering what 'a little too impressive is...'
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