"alloud" poems
A strange weather pattern
Appears up in the sky,
And a strange sludge splatters
Into onlooking eyes.
Menstrual matter falls
From the great godless clouds,
The people struck with awe
As they run, scream alloud.
A trickle turned downpour
Of radiated blood,
Now drowning in a storm
That yields a *** flood.
Dropping violently in pints, gallons, and leagues
We become fossils under a ************ sea.
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
Telling myself to start afresh,
but change and I could never mesh,
who can? I say alloud,
to shake this and I need to feel proud,
to my parents and my ghosts,
I need to be the host,
instead of being just another guest,
start afresh,
leaving before I know,
but still feeling stupidly low,
what to do when you need to start anew?
guess I'll pack my bags.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC