sweet thoughts

flicker, flicker
the little light dances
singing sweet tunes
of soft amber nights

tiny crossed legs
cricket near the window
and the hustle of the world
dims to a gentle hum

oh what a lovely thought
crosses the crevasse of my mind
trying its very hardest
not to fall inside

down, down,
down it falls
deep into the walls
of my deep lagoon heart

hmm
singing sweetly the thought,
nestling comfortably
plans for here to stay

hmm

quickly the air
shattered by a separate self,

unconscious of the air they hath just destroyed

this must be my cue
the curtain is falling
yet my chest still rises
and falls for you

my latest poem. can you guess the subject? it's quite hidden and the poem is open to interpretation aside from my intention

Silly Me

Night sky lit ablaze 

with small voices spinning,

circling, 

circling round a cold corpse 

seeking fulfillment.

Red strings play delicate tunes

sold to the mind

sold,

for a nickel and a dime

falsify the burning in my chest.

Mere Illusions of you

have displaced my desires,

projecting,

projecting fantasy affection

toward a poor unfortunate innocence.

So quickly am I to grab hold

of the wilted bloom,

churning,

churning the soil around its roots

 begging to return life to the already passed.

Silly me to think such power of me. 

Silly me to think so little of my own two feet.

Pooling mentality drowns this beautiful face

placing the remains of a person into the cracks 

cracks,

of my volcanic walls

held together by nothing.

Caving into the corridors,

my beautiful stolen corpse lies.

What have I done

I have placed care.

Silly me to do such a thing,

again.

I am now in a poetry club. So I am going to post my poems I have written in my notebook...eventually...