March 23rd, 2015
Poem a3
Story of a forgotten world
Chair in the middle of the field
... old little clothesless man kneeled.
He didn't want... gold,
nothing of that sort!
Thick fog tick tock
white frog... having a full stock!
Growing, growling there at the top!
Why won't she stop?
Here again comes blue mist...
showing due do list!
Plain as it is...
there is a quite nice quiz!
Winds don't let to catch a glimpse
down the hatch goes plan
sweet sweet lips
and!
Chair in the middle of the field
... old little clothesless man kneeled.
He didn't want... gold,
nothing of that sort!
Thick fog tick tock
white frog... having a full stock!
Growing, growling there at the top!
Why won't she stop?
Here again comes blue mist...
showing due do list!
Plain as it is...
there is a quite nice quiz!
Winds don't let to catch a glimpse
down the hatch goes plan
sweet sweet lips
and!
Posted by Catchthefox | Mar 23, 2015 4:59 AM | 1 comments
March 19th, 2015
Poem a2
Misery, you and joy
Hurry up and take my hand,
pull me towards -
the invisible land,
where golden sand will speak the words -
"Bland but... rotten here I am"
Hurry up and take my hand,
pull me towards -
the invisible land,
where golden sand will speak the words -
"Bland but... rotten here I am"
Posted by Catchthefox | Mar 19, 2015 1:01 AM | 0 comments
February 11th, 2015
Poem a1
Reflexions
Accros the sky,
children of lie,
were sleeping..
Colours above -
were falling.
A cursed glove -
touched me...
all I ever wanted.
It dissapeared
and it came.
Hours passing by
bring only fear...
Accros the sky,
children of lie,
were sleeping..
Colours above -
were falling.
A cursed glove -
touched me...
all I ever wanted.
It dissapeared
and it came.
Hours passing by
bring only fear...
Posted by Catchthefox | Feb 11, 2015 1:46 AM | 0 comments