"emal" poems
Meal is still lame like an injured camel. For lame are the camels name Amel and Elma and Emal and Lema.
For all these are blind to their danger, their gamble
But truly I tell but one camel is lame
Now I beg ye fair maiden please tell me it's name?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
I dreamt of something terrifying
So I can keep my pulse fast and find
That you have to try and keep
These thoughts going and going till you sleep
There once was a time where I tried to think
And blink and blink
For I won't sink
To the bottom of the blue
I do not have faith in what I do
So I believe and believe
This habit will leave
I do not care
I wish to see
Because there will be a day
When I wake up
And close that door
I never thought I would shut
Listen. I am hear
Loud and leer
At myself with weak trust
Because I think and thought
Over and over again till my memory rots
Because I am a human and we are not all sane
.emal fo emag eht ot emocleW
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC