"phenolphthalein" poems
We're all small children on the inside,
Dreaming of those whimsical patches of clover.
You wander through the mystical field
Holding your favorite rad toy kaleidoscope.
The creativity flows from your fingers
You use words like gargantuous
Maybe one day you'll come to realize your celtic heritage
Which explains your love for clovers
Or you may become an activist
Who knows
For now you wish to linger
In the unique fields of your mind
Your peaceful moment becomes suspenseful
Your equilibrium starts to shift
You slowly begin to slip
Slipping back into reality
But not by choice
You're only a diligent insomniac
Your dream was voluptuous
It revived your senses
You want to go back
To where you don't have to spell phenolphthalein
You don't want to grasp the concept of arithmetic series
So go back
Turn around and run,
Run as fast as you can.
Chase your dreams,
But remember;
You can run for as long as you want,
But you have to face reality eventually.
You're only a diligent insomniac.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
I went out at the day
I saw a green lake
On nearing it
Finally on stepping on it
I came to know its fake.
I saw a grey cake
On nearing it
Finally on touching it
I came to know its a cloudy grey smoke.
I saw a rose bed
On admiring it
Went near to it
Finally on sensing it
I came to know its a place where phenolphthalein fed.
At night I reached home
I was given a cup of 'Bru'
Thought it wasn't true
and threw.
It fell on my feet
Finally on feeling the heat
I came to know
Things which I thought was true wasn't true
But...,
This cup of Bru is really true!
Dated: 23.10.2009
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC