Stop in the jammed silences
flow and then stuck
where teardrops shatters and raindrops mingle
in the aquamarine ocean
of no remorse.
I float,a drifter.
Songs drift in with the heavy air
echoes of angst
hollow paintings unfinished and some
made uglier in their completion
and the sea sleeps
I still float,with a smile.
roundness of eyes,the moonglobes
shine on me
sarcasm is the wrecked boat
love the oars,carved and old
spinning wild are the whirlpools
the confessions-I drown.
welcome us.
8 comments:
Theres something about the poetry that speaks of turmoil despite numbness.
"sarcasm is the wrecked boat
love the oars"
now that is one heck of a line. great poem too.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
More quotes from Henry Ward Beecher
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Heyyyy Ashes
How are u ?
u sonovagitch
de.vile--yeah,close.
c.Jesus--thanks.and isn't it true too..sarcasm being a wrecked boat.
Saby--I'm fine.thanks for asking you sonovabitch
Its always nice to be back here :) Nice words:)
Boy that wrecked boat...I've ben there...nice post
the illusionist--thanks.and yeah nice name.
kuan gung--thanks mate.
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