"childness" poems
overcast
i pull on the day brightly
mine it at the maternal sources
and form a radiant :
a bloom from within fledgling elements
illuminant grenades
and the sky is peppered with characters
it's a wild play of childness
an old world whimsy
of 'here be monsters'
and shiny scrapbook havoc
the compass steps in
and with the turn of the globe
scores the horizon
clouds and the aviators
are combed into the soft crust
a spiral quilting
to cover the gift of a dream
given by one thirsty visitor
who stole it lightly
from the prism
of another travelling dreamer
God knows what'll grow
if there's a pillow fight
a deranged rain of innovation
perhaps some fiddly creation
will fast take over this world
and it's lover other
with the sky allied and fraudulent
we can host an early night
the stars (in strand)
prattle the ocular sense frontier
all constellations are like a single ribbon eel
never quite nourishing
upon its own thoughtless loop
a corduroy display
overcoat
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC
the gold peaks about on the shoulders of the mountain top
as the lies we let sink in hit hard like a rock
the echo of words fill my brain
sinking in like stormy night of endless rain
repeated in pitters and splattered in patters
did you honestly think your excuses would matter?
you swallow for a gulp of air that you dont deserve
to inhabit your body, to keep you reserved
the snear of hatred skims your lips
then i tell you im done with this
im done with you and your presence
your sick denial and childness
i’ll walk out of your life
and push you out of mine
because frankly
you were never worth my time
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
You are my moon.
The the brightest thing in my darken skies...
I'll always stare up at you in wonder,
Questioning,
Do you see me too?
Why do you stay there when I don't deserve you at all?
Yet you help me through sleepless nights.
You guide me to answers,
You're my companion as I whisper secrets to you late at night.
You're the only one I love...
The one I love the most.
Thank you.
Thank you for bearing with my silly childness,
Thank you for hearing my idiotic words,
Thank you for not judging.
Thank you for letting me fall in love with you and not break my heart.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
Lovely blooming buds
reminds a child of childhood
in the green canyon
God gifted childness
to zealous flora-fauna
with unique colours
When dawn opens its eyes
valley turns into play school
for buds and flowers
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC