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And again my heart pounced over skin cold; that pleaded singleness, with hypocritical beats I bowed to, to her highness; to her petite shrill, a debut in partial denial; unpleasant, as i withdrew with foul felony, thoughts raced through judging ethics, while simplicity ****** away the soul, into a contagious six holed drain... And I locked myself behind blue bars, losing the wall I built with sweated palms, danced did I over viscous black waters, embracing the world's false desires, smashed them pretty birds withing their cage, lost all sense of peace, I go hidden, in awe of that ever pleasant voice; I bow again; in silence I ask me to plant me in her backyard, water me with her sour scents, sing me her sweet lilting lullaby, and embrace me into our little concord!! Where did the wisdom lay that moment? that moment when I tasted drops of sweat... Why would I **** that clown in me? that played tunes from a gleeful cassette... When will I lose my two shadows? that followed me even while I'd regret... (a puff o' smoke and some silence) And again my heart, it pounced!!
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
Hypocrisy
And again my heart pounced over skin cold; that pleaded singleness, with hypocritical beats I bowed to, to her highness; to her petite shrill, a debut in partial denial; unpleasant, as i withdrew with foul felony, thoughts raced through judging ethics, while simplicity ****** away the soul, into a contagious six holed drain... And I locked myself behind blue bars, losing the wall I built with sweated palms, danced did I over viscous black waters, embracing the world's false desires, smashed them pretty birds withing their cage, lost all sense of peace, I go hidden, in awe of that ever pleasant voice; I bow again; in silence I ask me to plant me in her backyard, water me with her sour scents, sing me her sweet lilting lullaby, and embrace me into our little concord!! Where did the wisdom lay that moment? that moment when I tasted drops of sweat... Why would I **** that clown in me? that played tunes from a gleeful cassette... When will I lose my two shadows? that followed me even while I'd regret... (a puff o' smoke and some silence) And again my heart, it pounced!!
vivek-bhargav
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
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