Dashing through the boulevard of broken dreams,
On to the path of destruction,
Wishing it would snow when lightening cracks,
The One who hurt me is the one who can heal me.
Funny how some of us want to lose the only thing we have.
A turtle without a shell,
A watch without time,
A calculator without numbers.
"A kiss can beautify souls, hearts and thoughts' it says.
My mind scurries as I endure the breeze kissing my face and nipping my nose.
Crunching softly as a flash illuminates the path,
Shadows overcast suddenly turning and spinning.
The stars are lit,
The shining sky,
The fireflies a' flying,
Side to Side.
I watch them dance,
in their glinting beauty,
Wishing it would raind to disguise my trickling sight,
Its blissful beauty buoyant through the blue.
On the road to recovery,
I pass by memory lane.
| Personally, this poem is very different from alot of things I read, I have seen writer after writer to try to pull off a poem of collected thaughts with no real schemes in particular, but I feel that you have managed to pull this off, it was a very enjoyable read for me and it really seemed to hit home, this style is realy hard to pull off, but you did it was very well done keep up the good work!||| Posted on 2006-10-05 00:00:00 | by bosse22 | [ Reply to This ] |