Lee
21.12.2004 10:34 |
The Apple
Alone and searching through the black,
like the only soul on a stretching four lane highway
rimmed with trees that try to touch my face
through the open window frame of a car I cant remember buying.
Waiting without feeling or hope of ever knowing
the red and yellow heat of your pulse filled kiss
upon my lip glossed mouth.
I sit accepting, staring at a page
filled with blank and vapid words
which can never tell the tale of a hopeless heart
hidden beneath a shirt printed with the name of a band
that broke up ten years before.
By 3am the thick smoke from a hundred wasted breaths
fills the tiny blue-walled room where I once savored
of a fruit so forbidden as to never be tasted again. |
YohannL
18.01.2005 12:28 |
That was quit amazing a very vivd and metaphorical peom even if it wasn't ment to be. |
Amanda
20.01.2005 13:37 |
Yohann's right... This is one heck of a poem. Kudos to you, Lee!!! |
Lee
21.01.2005 23:26 |
Thanks guys. I call this style vomitous poetry as it just seems to spew forth. I should probably come up with a not-so-disgusting term for it though. :) |
