Impromptu Poetry
Posted: 12/19/2003, 3:43 am
Just go off as you're sitting in front of your computer. I'll start.
All these tears you shed and bleed your life through
The life they take that they've no right to
Mold the stars -- imprison angels
Paint it all in planes and angles
All to hide what really matters
While sense and feeling slowly scatters
Shadows swell and swallow meaning
Making mediocrity of dreaming
Malady of our souls contrived
To suffocate who embraces life
All these tears you shed and bleed your life through
The life they take that they've no right to
Mold the stars -- imprison angels
Paint it all in planes and angles
All to hide what really matters
While sense and feeling slowly scatters
Shadows swell and swallow meaning
Making mediocrity of dreaming
Malady of our souls contrived
To suffocate who embraces life