Beaming enjoyment
A natural expression...
What makes a poem?
Is it the rhyme and flow...
Give it your best shot,
Put all your strength...
You train your body for the upcoming pain,
for it will surly come sooner or later...
He looks through the open window and sees; loss...
He touches the cracked and peeling paint and...
Sensuous laughter under the daisy-tree-plant
Stickily turning in fire...
The eccentric old lady with pink hair,
stubbing out her cigarette...
Tinkerbell
always flew, never fell...
Rampant confusion through dreams that cry
Tasteless diffusion causes me to sigh...
With paper here in front of me
My pen is poised, I watch the clock...
My pen leaks onto the paper
Bringing out all thoughts that waver...
Why is something so serious
Seem to be the most curious...