the sunlight is momentary,
but the shadow is eternal.
i am a grain lost in the desert,
a speck lost in the conflagration.
the world,
to which i don't call a home,
is however mine in the utmost insignificance.
time hastens,
and i wonder where i belong.
blood gushed,
and i wonder how i belong.
life's my devil
with its impetuous twists.
and death's my enchantress
with promising bliss.
unseen voices guileful,
yet i am thoroughly convinced.
what are you,
i know not of.
a muck,
a kick,
or a supreme being of my hell?
liberation,
mine shall follow
when the journey ends
at my pretty, pretty rainbow.
but when,
pray tell,
when will the colours not stop at 7,
when will the bow turn
the other way round?
   

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Thursday, October 09, 2008
Formal Loser

the weather being snide with me.


tweed cala lillies and checkered leaves.

high-waisted notebooks and suede boxes.

cardboard shoes and acrylic socks.

 

walmart of insanities.

 

 


Posted at 03:48 pm by mcafar

 

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