Thread: cinquain

last gift
serenity
delicately flowers
from within a past scene that talks
to you

To you
The world revolves
Around words and Sounds and beats.
In your eyes we all are nothing but
Poets

poets
brightly coloured
to lull diabolical
thoughts of hierarchy through to
the end

poets
bump and grinding
along the avenue
adventurously yawning past
a point

poets
sticky with wet
painting gloriously
the wednesday that was broken all
in time

In time
Things will reveal
Themselves. But it's too bad
That I don't actually think
That's true.

Ones Pride

Thats true,
how pride is one
that’s swarming before us.
At some rate, as souls eventide,
one grew.


World View

Was truth
not solitude,
heaving forth in times fix?
In any rate, as souls turn,
souls grew.

souls grew
wedged downtrodden
eerily beautiful
and emitting grand old demon's
sung life

one grew
worms for the earth
rain soaked and then darkened
as swarms of stars swung swingingly
as she

as she
decided to
cut out the life we had
never looked back on what we shared
no more

no more
logical choice
than the one I have made
I would still say "I do" to you
today

today
nothing could beat
coffee and a quiet
book while lying on the couch. so
relaxed

relaxed
unsuspecting
completely off his guard
when out of the blue, no warning,
Wham, Blam.

Wham, Blam!
Loud fist fighting
echoes from the night side
of Gotham City.
Dark Knight rises.

Dark Knight
Rises. Movie
Quality falls. But still
It was better than Batman &
Robin

Robin,
red-breasted bird.
Sing to me of springtime
as you steal worms from my garden,
sweet thief.

Sweet thief
With your auburn
Flowing curls and a cracked
Deceitful smile, please give me back
My heart.

My heart
is not in it
I'm tempted to bin it
start , over again rip this one
apart