Sometimes I get so tired of twisting words
That I wish I were one of those writers
Who can dilute their poems in prose
I could tell you beautiful stories
Starring me and my friend Joey Lackluster
Chasing a dream
Falling in love with a Japanese chick
Named Asura Blue
In an electrical pub, while drinking thoughts
Maybe you remember them
He is my ever so silent companion
And she is the girl with X-ray eyes
And perpetual windblown hair
Or I could describe you the horror
Filling this borderline trenches of thought
I could tell you the names of giant beasts
Like Leviathan, shining master of the wastelands
Fenrir, odious monster, on the brink of eclipse
I would be a hero of some sorts
With an omnipresent, yet easy to ignore, sidekick
Fighting ancient chimeras and dreams
But the ways of truth abhor shallowness
And lesser dimensions of mind
I stand alone
My friends and enemies alike
Under a perpetual bombardment of thought
I raise my flag of feelings on the highest mountain
And fall in love only with that one star piercing this empty
Sky…
|
Submission Name: Emptiness does not imply shallowness
