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I set up a place to mourn, like a Mother & her dead, a deep & sacred peaceful bed, she sleeps & she weeps, beneath, a vigilia soaking moon, a flickering flame of love snuffed out way too soon, & boy that thing can really croon, Death of a friendship, & maybe romance, gone in the wind, we hadn't a chance, or a last dance, a last shooting star came in cutting in deep left a painful, poignant scar, dug it down just a little bit too far, put it on the shelf and put it in a jar, You're shining, & I'm the one who's endlessly whining, because your light, your light is ever shining so very bright, shining, shining, shining, a heart is ever-pining Cuz' I sit 'neath the florescent light that took my sweet & needed sight, exposed to your external radiation, composed in your internal frustration, imposed by your nocturnal causation & endless is the aggravation, Wanting to glow & wanting to go, wish that I didn't ever know, that florescent ink, I stare & blink Never stop to wonder & think, Hey I'm burned, I'm blinded you think I would be reminded, you know I never really learned, such star crossed lovers never under starlit skies & star kissed covers, over me they hover, hover I got a million reasons to let you go & ya you know, ya know, I should run for the hills take some kinda pills, lose every bit of  my will, I should just..... walk away, No I should never let you leave early or stay, but anyway, you come, in lucent technology, appear on the screen, I think hold on, this must be a dream, your not exactly what you might seem, I know it's my voice, so yeah it's my choice, & in its sound I do rejoice, but I missed, I missed, as I kissed that passing tear, but I've lived to fight another year, as it travels here no more, no, no more, instead she's the one, knocking, waiting  at your door your door, your door, hey knock, knock, knock, tick tock tick tock I hear the clock, ohhhhhh...oh, oh, hey boy is anyone with you tonight? Cherie Nolan© 2016
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
"Wanting To Glow"
I set up a place to mourn, like a Mother & her dead, a deep & sacred peaceful bed, she sleeps & she weeps, beneath, a vigilia soaking moon, a flickering flame of love snuffed out way too soon, & boy that thing can really croon, Death of a friendship, & maybe romance, gone in the wind, we hadn't a chance, or a last dance, a last shooting star came in cutting in deep left a painful, poignant scar, dug it down just a little bit too far, put it on the shelf and put it in a jar, You're shining, & I'm the one who's endlessly whining, because your light, your light is ever shining so very bright, shining, shining, shining, a heart is ever-pining Cuz' I sit 'neath the florescent light that took my sweet & needed sight, exposed to your external radiation, composed in your internal frustration, imposed by your nocturnal causation & endless is the aggravation, Wanting to glow & wanting to go, wish that I didn't ever know, that florescent ink, I stare & blink Never stop to wonder & think, Hey I'm burned, I'm blinded you think I would be reminded, you know I never really learned, such star crossed lovers never under starlit skies & star kissed covers, over me they hover, hover I got a million reasons to let you go & ya you know, ya know, I should run for the hills take some kinda pills, lose every bit of  my will, I should just..... walk away, No I should never let you leave early or stay, but anyway, you come, in lucent technology, appear on the screen, I think hold on, this must be a dream, your not exactly what you might seem, I know it's my voice, so yeah it's my choice, & in its sound I do rejoice, but I missed, I missed, as I kissed that passing tear, but I've lived to fight another year, as it travels here no more, no, no more, instead she's the one, knocking, waiting  at your door your door, your door, hey knock, knock, knock, tick tock tick tock I hear the clock, ohhhhhh...oh, oh, hey boy is anyone with you tonight? Cherie Nolan© 2016
Don't know where this stuff is coming from lately, inspired I guess and I don't take real pills ❤
Moi-Cherie
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
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