"wiseley" poems
Stuck between a field of weeds
And a garden of gremlins
You are above
Staring at me
Contradicting, telling me who to love
With thoughts that never end
Interrupting my sleep
Secrets spilling through the cracks of my teeth
It never stops
It just keeps going
And my body will never choose
How many will I have to loose?
Pick a side any side
If only it were this easy
I wobble from left to right
East too west
But yet it only keeps me queezy
My heart speaks to my mind
In sorrow
But brain says there will be a better tomorrow
Choose wiseley before its too late
But I'll sit in confusion
Till I step up to the plate
Infatuation is in lust
But true love has all but disenigrated to dust
What we thought was true
Has all turned around as a lie that was told by you
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I'm amidst the middle of the the great mist of trouble,making a masterpiece out of mud.
I taste the rug in the dust on my tongue,clasping for a fresh breath.beasting emotion poking around,in the toasted taste,generation last place.
My figure of speech spreads wiseley on a white sheet.
I'm popping balloons one by one. in big tiny vision,clouds shed fur, becoming manic blur.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
You make the chose you make the plan you make your own destoney you are the only one who can change it. Use that power wiseley.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC