It's not your fault your talk
never found a fondness
for words,
I'm the "supposed writer"-
I should have penned something
beyond the ink
Language has no skeleton,
it can quickly take shape of any form,
perhaps lightening bolts
that somewhat resemble
j
..a....l
g........i
..g....n
e........e
..d....s (our love always seems to be threatening thunder)
I could have rolled letters off my tongue
and watched them scatter about, like critters
to their befitting nook
in my poetry
I ate the alphabet as a child,
you chewed numbers
and spit out black on white,
never blending the two
I prefer to think
in color,
if only I could adorn your logic
with a more prismatic hue
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
It's not your fault your talk
never found a fondness
for words,
I'm the "supposed writer"-
I should have penned something
beyond the ink
Language has no skeleton,
it can quickly take shape of any form,
perhaps lightening bolts
that somewhat resemble
j
..a....l
g........i
..g....n
e........e
..d....s (our love always seems to be threatening thunder)
I could have rolled letters off my tongue
and watched them scatter about, like critters
to their befitting nook
in my poetry
I ate the alphabet as a child,
you chewed numbers
and spit out black on white,
never blending the two
I prefer to think
in color,
if only I could adorn your logic
with a more prismatic hue