VSlazorlightning
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Apr 18, 2012
- Messages
- 22
The heart, brains, vains, and nerves of the poem are right here,
pulsing, throbbing, beating, and thinking in a fleshy body of verse,
expressing feelings, taste, and opinions in the world it's immersed,
a mingling organism on a mission to tie down the fear.
It walks nightly streets, wishing upon shooting stars and singing.
c/c/c/c/ Sounds that cannot be spelled, crickets infest its auditory,
and the steps it takes are not with feet but footnotes of a story
where the narrator steps away and the plot begins churning.
It's wandered page to page picking up syllables along the way
when a shadow aproaches It's perception it clenches its words
It/It's hard in these streets
Shadow/It's dense through these woods
It/Its vaste among these plains
Shadow/and steep along this mountain terain.
the silence sets into a steady standoff as time spins backwards
It/Shadow/ follow me and together we will run away.
pulsing, throbbing, beating, and thinking in a fleshy body of verse,
expressing feelings, taste, and opinions in the world it's immersed,
a mingling organism on a mission to tie down the fear.
It walks nightly streets, wishing upon shooting stars and singing.
c/c/c/c/ Sounds that cannot be spelled, crickets infest its auditory,
and the steps it takes are not with feet but footnotes of a story
where the narrator steps away and the plot begins churning.
It's wandered page to page picking up syllables along the way
when a shadow aproaches It's perception it clenches its words
It/It's hard in these streets
Shadow/It's dense through these woods
It/Its vaste among these plains
Shadow/and steep along this mountain terain.
the silence sets into a steady standoff as time spins backwards
It/Shadow/ follow me and together we will run away.
