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Even as a ghost,
I would be nervous,
As my insomnia is longer
Than any night.
It's dank
It's dark
where my other half hides
Strike out at the head
Strike towards the heart
The air is different here
it closes in
if you fight
you cannot win
fair warning
I welcome you
come on in.
Last night I saw
The earth's blueprint
On the moon's pale face
Looking back at me
Do you dream things like this, too
I don't want to be a bird
I'll be shot
nor a fish
to be caught.

I don't want to be a rat
I fear the cat.

I don't want to be a frog
appetite of the croc.

I don't want to be a doe
target of the arrow.

I don't want to be a tree
the wood-cutter knows no mercy.

I don't want to be a chimney
the smoke might **** me.

I don't want to be a car
hate travelling too far.

I don't want to be a train
passengers never cease to complain.

I don't want to be a thief
my dad is the Police-Chief.

I don't want to be a judge
I'd worry too much.

I don't want to be a policeman
scared of the notorious clandestine clan.

I don' want to be a soldier
the gun is too heavy for my shoulder.

I don't want to be an HM
parents and pupils they love to condemn.

I don't want to be an avid reader
lest I end up thinking I'm clever.

I would rather be just an ordinary man
being loved by an extraordinary woman.
* apology to Edward Lear and Ogden Nash
All
All
  of my bad memories
  are gone

but why am I still not happy?
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