Poetic Love Days & Dead Cliches

[Djjapp777]

I beg for the end of these poetic love days,
'cat-in-the-hat' rhymes and dead cliches,
Right now you feel irony as I continue this phase,
But you don't see beyond beginning-
The beginning of this maze.
Paternal, maternal, infernal lust,
Sucking on the 12 year old's developing bust,
Wanting your perfect neighbor living next door,
Hopefully wishing your teachers a whore.
Love is the sun that teases your eyes,
Like the skill of the spider that eats its flies,
Its radient feel among your fingers, face, and lobe,
Night - and it shines for another across the globe.
The heart beats in many ways, all ways,
From the suns rays, always,
Too many ways, it plays,
With so many "Maybes" and accidental babies
and young eyes that don't look both ways,
This is the phase, this is the maze,
Like death on the highways,
Night comes anyways,
And there's nothing to change this sudden daze,
as it hits you when the sun goes down...
Imagine this new place with new flies,
New Sun shimmering in someone elses eyes-
The sucker doesn't know it.
Night murders again,
And these dead cliches smelling of ash and shit,
every flake is gathered and soon relit...
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba

 

[cand-E bamber]

youve got true talent. i really liked this piece, heh. i saved it in my computer too.. arent you special

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Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? - Douglas Adams

 

[Djjapp777]

thank you. If it touches you and you hear it, then what I'm saying to you is understood, therefore me and you, we are all special!

 

[seaker]

One can express there feelings through poetry, but no not you, you go beyond that and express ture thought and meaning and are out there to touch other peoples souls, and in which you have succeeded. thankyou.

I bow to you in awe.

 

[cand-E bamber]

im gunna bump this up for you cause its awsome..