"springling" poems
Writing music is the sweet pear dream
I plucked from a choir in springling years.
Back then I also dreamt of mermaid kisses
and reality television.
Why would a beast wish me music now?
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
I've been breaking knuckles all my life,
Watching people riding on their bikes
Humming tunes and praising jack n jill,
Wandering about cos i got time to ****
Keeping pace and learning what you taught,
Springling machines and automatic bots
Trying to find sunshine in your eyes,
Oh Wait! I lost my shadow in my primes
Riding high on glories of my past,
Feeling like an actor in your cast
Canowing through white light on the road,
I jump to different places like a toad
Closed my eyes and swallowed in my dreams,
Searching for truth in what you call your teens
Got stung by the flying love bug,
Found happiness in life without no drug
Watering gardens like hoses in the pipe,
Waiting to sell my fruits when they're ripe
Running below the naked blue sky,
I got no time to kiss and say goodbye
For things I beg or borrow or steel,
I've been fighting for all my freakin meals,
Climbing upon the southern facing hill,
I die now and I got no time to ****
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC