So, I've pretty much got nothing to write, and this isn't going to be poetry.
This is what my life would sound like, on paper, on parchment refused quenched thirst. It's me, who I am, what I believe.
Titter, tattered, deranged, neglected, confused.
Adjective, noun, verb, adjective.
Drag me 'round the playground, love
Let me see the swing, swing, swing.
Pull skirts up, dear, caution to murky puddles.
Step, step, step, my hand on shoulder safe.
Foot bare 'gainst barky floor
Laugh, oh love, laugh
We're breaking rules written roughly
Push, please push me on the ride to Heaven.
Catch me darling, catch me fair
As I slide downward into darkest past.
Nighttime parade on my cloud,
I'll ask you to join me in this memory.
Oh, join me love?
On this night of collected dreams.
I'll pocket a star for you
Burning in my pocket deep
You'll get it in exchange
for the touch of your hidden lips.
Lean into me, warmth radiate
Embrace, oh cover me sweetness
The rain is falling on our lullaby
Hues of rainbow red and ghoulish green
they mesh in eyes of intense want.
Sing, sing, oh sing me darling
A tune of silliness seeping
Through every inch of you.
Our playground of sweetly veiled fantasy.
What do you know...I wrote a poem. |
Submission Name: In-San-It-Y
