Ok, the hardcore poets here are gonna flip yet again... But I wanted to see how people interpreted this one. Tthe poem itself is kinda scatter-brained like the person who's telling the tale of woe. If you guys notice any spelling, grammar or errors of th
How'd you like to be faded?
In a sea of amber,
is a heart of gold.
Off to the familiar,
how we all do seem to linger here.
A sickness so cold,
the pain that grows old.
And now we go on away.
A sea of headlights rushing through a city scene,
an unusual sunset, unlike what we've ever seen.
You didn't think that I would see,
amidst all the beautiful colors,
that you were staring straight at me.
So, damn my eyes for what they'd seen,
an angel of mercy drowning in the obscene.
Would have took me by surprise again,
that there's a demon in the way you talk.
Could have fooled me on the side again,
there's so much evil in the way you walk.
The flooded heartways,
abducted persons of no name.
Lost within a memory,
that never will remain.
Run with me if you will,
let me pretend it all was real.
arrange how you would feel,
having to live on a dead limb.
Poetry by Jeff
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 23:32
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How'd you like to be jaded?How'd you like to be faded?
In a sea of amber,
is a heart of gold.
Off to the familiar,
how we all do seem to linger here.
A sickness so cold,
the pain that grows old.
And now we go on away.
A sea of headlights rushing through a city scene,
an unusual sunset, unlike what we've ever seen.
You didn't think that I would see,
amidst all the beautiful colors,
that you were staring straight at me.
So, damn my eyes for what they'd seen,
an angel of mercy drowning in the obscene.
Would have took me by surprise again,
that there's a demon in the way you talk.
Could have fooled me on the side again,
there's so much evil in the way you walk.
The flooded heartways,
abducted persons of no name.
Lost within a memory,
that never will remain.
Run with me if you will,
let me pretend it all was real.
arrange how you would feel,
having to live on a dead limb.
Poetry by Jeff
Read 593 times
Written on 2007-03-10 at 23:32
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