"boohooing" poems
Numbed & dumbed
Into a void of oblivion
So far beyond the grasp of reality
My face is not my face but a doormat
Numbed & dumbed
A skull left to frighten
Watching you dance through little mirrors stuck in the eye socket
Peering, admiring
But who, admires who more?
But the skeleton, oh he stares, stares right back at you
With eyes crooning and booing
And me boohooing
The crowds tough
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
Our Soul and Our Senses…are not bounded by any Fences.
But reveries of our eyes have held them back.
We want to get flown…with winds being blown.
But our errands have shackled us.
Eternal and Blissful is our Magic…how can it be tragic.
But there will be time where we will face hiccups.
Hand in hand we walk…let other just talk.
Savageness of the world can’t be restrained.
We have been together… like been tied with a golden tether.
So it will be us who will make sure that we don’t be apart.
We met through the Serendipity…we don’t have any room to be pity.
Hence boohooing should not be the selection.
Only life and death are certain…show your sorrows a curtain.
These ups and downs are part and parse of life…so stop feeling it in not alive.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC