Still
Still stand there here
Where do you not know
They bliss from the wine
And call you from their rooms
Still does she calk you
Call from voganlands
Calls from the empty roads
Call of the still roads
Categories:
calk, 10th grade, car, lonely,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Same way I came once,
Same way I came just,
To let us meet and hug,
Same way I did, a time, gone in past.
Memories in eye, I don’t know why,
I used to call her before I came by,
Same way I did, but may phone shy,
Vibrated where she just can’t fly.
I can’t see her bath,
Same way I did not,
Same way my eyes do low,
But know her doing, having washed.
Memories in eye, saying to go,
I used to see her in dress, for show,
Same way I did, but may eyes in slow,
Looked where she is in silk, changed glow.
I can’t see her face,
Same way I came and saw,
May she is in anger I am late,
So that she want me not to.
Memories in eye, I am in close,
Same way I did, using words in compose,
She is in bed, not moved, in silent pose,
But last time she got a lot letters to impose.
I can’t see her rhythm,
Same way I did once,
Touched my heart in her,
Same way I did in love, in past.
Memories in eye, I can’t talk,
Same way she hugged, now balk,
I wanna run, but mind stopped walk,
Clearly she is no more, but I can’t calk.
Categories:
calk, absence, care, death of
Form: Rhyme
JESTER
I act in a quizzical manner
Speak, like a joker
But nobody could ever try to discover,
That I’m just a smile-borrower
I used everything as a sort of merriment,
I’ll never stop though I’ll be an asphyxiating object
But if someone will calk my mouth with gravel,
I’ll thank him, for in silence I longed to travel.
I rest by…
Making a needless jest,
You tell me that I’m the best
‘Cause I made you forgets the test.
I will always be a merry-andrew;
A guffaw’s crew
And grin is always on my body’s menu
But joy will forever be missing in my heart’s quarto.
You always hear me laughing
But never heard the echo of my heart which is totally suffering,
You usually notice me smiling
But never see, my tears falling.
All what I am wearing is a kind of guile,
I used these just to walk some mile
Yet, I am wishing than even once in a while
I can wear a genuine smile.
I will be lost in my sanity
If no one will try to help me
‘Cause I really want to be,
That JESTER that you always see in me!
0902004 --- 03:16 pm
Categories:
calk,
Form: Free verse