gray
silence
whispers in your
ear
feel it down your
back
prickling skin
dry tongue
only the poets
prod the day with the whites
of their eyes
(unstained, cherry red)
the rest mutter
faithlessly
and settle back into the gloom
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
3 comments:
wow this one is awesome i like how it's like "hey life sucks" but then it's like "if you want to be cool just suck it up and live" but it's hard when your body has no energy sometimes
ya my point in this one was that some people don't even notice the world around them, they just complain and go on with their shit, or "settle into the gloom" whereas poets and thinkers get something out of it at least. i know i get something out of it... poems :D
This one really makes me realize something. I usually am one of those gloomy people on Mondays. I am not a poet (so hard, lol) but I am a thinker. Later I find out I did get something out of it, but that's a while after. I should spend more time in the present, I guess.
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