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WHAT WAS IT?

Was a figment of imagination, a real scare,

It wasn’t like anything anywhere,

A passing wind something I couldn’t care,

And couldn’t have been there.

 

It was a river that half flowed,

A candle that dimly glowed,

A thing without a name,

Always changing never the same.

 

It was a half a smile,

The sun that rose half a mile,

The roof that was half blown,

The baby that was half born.

 

Regrets in the absence of the right word,

Luck in the presence of right sword,

We woke at dawn,

Dusk got us, embers have gone.

 

The embers are now honey that don’t taste,

Bread that has gone to waste,

Stream of love that died out,

A desolate haven that I pulled out.

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2012 in POETRY-HIGH SCHOOL

 

ASK ME

Tell me to define my thirst

And I will tell you it’s a syndrome of

Emotions

Ask me to say those emotions

And I will tell you to bring me love in

A champagne bottle

Quiz me how to get the bottle

And I will answer somewhere deep in your

Heart

Ask me how can I do that

And I will say, just stay close to me

Tell me how close enough

And I will say, pulling you, this close

When you are close, ask me what

Next

And I’ll kiss you till you say ‘mmmmmm’

Coming closer

Ask me if I am happy

And I’ll tell you o define my

THIRST

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2012 in POETRY-HIGH SCHOOL

 

ME SOIL, YOU RAIN

When you first fell from the clouds

You came down in little drops

And first I dismissed you

Dismissed you of being inconsequential.

 

I waited down looking at you up

I saw you gathering your resources

Down here  I became thirstier

I was distraught and distorted

 

Me so dry and deranged

I waited with all my might

As up fro the heavens you fell

And finally touched me, I took you in gulps.

 

My infiltration rate were incredible

I retracted you in amounts unbelievable

My joys boundless and palpable

To anybody else, I was unaffordable.

 

At no time did I get saturated

Full capacity was never forthcoming

I cried to the heavens for more

More waters to saturate my pores.

 

I lay here complacent

Looking at you happy, for I am happy

I feel already that I will miss you

Miss you when the sun rises again.

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2012 in POETRY-HIGH SCHOOL