"fahrenheits" poems
I caged a bluebird
in the morning's spring,
as the sun was bright
with glee. I felt gloomed -
a place I've noticed
before.
I devoured the caged bird.
You slept in the light
of my moon;
you burned in a thousand
fahrenheits.
I have damaged my soul,
the holy grail of my
home. You shine the light
and no shadow is there.
The miserable doll has
gone to the fair.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
it´s cold out here today
like scandinavia cold
like celcius cold
fahrenheits are for ******* anyway
still just trying to remember the day
when vine tasted like sun
and wool socks were just a mere memory
of last years polar night
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC