Heart Liqueur

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Sparhawk, Jul 23, 2008.

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  1. Sparhawk

    Sparhawk New Member

    It’s the cold light of morning;
    Sleeping cities beneath a icy blue sun;
    Fading night disturbed with occasional twitches
    As alley-dwellers toss and turn.

    My suburbia; a tragic kind of town
    Hard-working parents with heads in sand
    Rest as their children sing and swing
    In black shrouded parks; rivers of cider flowing.

    Circular Walk; a heart beats in glass;
    Pounding the pool of dreg liqueur.
    I tore it out last night, hoping, praying;
    To try and bring order to my world.

    Too long had twisted concepts thrived
    In thoughts, like electric shocks;
    Drilling through my days in a hundred ways:
    Constant reminders of approaching disaster.

    It was a chaos I had never known;
    The halls of my mind a living asylum,
    Populated by maniacal jokers and
    Tourette-afflicted sorrow junkies, screaming...

    I had months to ponder a divine creation:
    The self-pity my mind produced so freely.
    In many ways, I supposed Circular Walk apt:
    The final resting place of my own life’s circle.
  2. magic1

    magic1 Active Member

    wow. :| That is amamzing. Can you explain your thoughts on it a bit? It's amazing. Th whol poetry, the words. love it.
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    awesome poem hun :hug:

    Thanks for sharing
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