I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Lover
Sun, please come and smile
on me. My pale and
ailing skin longs to
be caressed by your
bright fingertips and
kissed by your softly
burning lips. My arms
are aching for your
warm regard, I've been
waiting but it's so
hard. Lover, please shine!
11 lines, 5 syllables per line.
Sometimes the sunlight makes me forget what I'm thinking. Very relaxing.
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relaxing indeed =)
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