Date: 30.10.2007
Time: 10:26 a.m.
What a pretty picture you paint
When you work those words into
Portraits of despair ...
What a pretty picture you sketch
When you etch those lines into
Words instead.
What’s that word again?
I can’t think of it now
Forgive my incompetence
I can’t change what I am, can I?
What a pretty picture you draw
When you sculpt those thoughts into
Images from your heart ...
What a pretty picture you sketch
When you etch those lines into
Words instead.
What’s that melody again?
I can’t remember it now
Forgive my incoherence
I can’t express myself well, can I?
That memory of yours that I’ve
Locked away, away
Away from my eyes
Remembrance only brings tears
That even pain cannot
Take away.
Darkness is my comfort
It’s my safety nest where I
Let my heart howl silently
Darkness is my muse
It’s the incomprehensibly calming
Harbinger of peace.
What’s that thought again?
I can’t recall it now
Forgive my ignorance
I can’t change what I am, can I?
End: 10:45 a.m.
5 comments:
I loved the dark rhythm in this one.
And THIS wasn't constructive?
This needs music to go with it. Seriously.
wow... loved da darkness n the repetitiveness is engaging... lovely poem... cheers!
Darkness is my comfort
It’s my safety nest where I
Let my heart howl silently
Darkness is my muse
Sexy lines! Cheers!
Rock on!
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Jadis: Here's to Darkness!
Saturnalia's Offspring: Thanks. And yes, it does have music with it. Although the tune needs to be brushed up and finalised. :P
Shimmer: Thank you. It's very encouraging coming from an awesome poet like you.
Nothingman: Erm, sexy lines? :P Okay! That's one way I hadn't thought of my poems before ... Innovative, yes. :P Thank you.
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