Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
casey-carterPoems
Grand mamma always told me Hold your head up proud And never accept to blend in with the crowd- Kinna strange the way I'm parting rivers right now And how if sitting silent I'm truly speaking out loud Long ago and swiftly Juggling dozens of eggs Though trying not to split 'em I tripped up on some pegs The yoke leaked out Mixed with the blood From my head I didn't whimper yet I knew My beauty was dead- But that's how it grows All you Elaine's and Ed's Through brazen heat And tempest sleet Chewing on led While inspires cry And empires fry That sandstone shifts And driftwood drifts Alone I merrily roam With my for sure's and if's Never dissuading The hemispheres Of my bliss
0
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Oesterreicher's *****
Grand mamma always told me Hold your head up proud And never accept to blend in with the crowd- Kinna strange the way I'm parting rivers right now And how if sitting silent I'm truly speaking out loud Long ago and swiftly Juggling dozens of eggs Though trying not to split 'em I tripped up on some pegs The yoke leaked out Mixed with the blood From my head I didn't whimper yet I knew My beauty was dead- But that's how it grows All you Elaine's and Ed's Through brazen heat And tempest sleet Chewing on led While inspires cry And empires fry That sandstone shifts And driftwood drifts Alone I merrily roam With my for sure's and if's Never dissuading The hemispheres Of my bliss
Woods By Day Bars By Night © 2012, Casey Carter
#woods#music#day#night#by#bars#carter#casey
casey-carter
Written by
casey-carter
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem