I'll have to try and write some more for you then Hana-chan.Hana Ryuuzaki (post: 1226569) wrote:[font="palatino linotype"]*sighs* I quite admire morbid poetry!
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I'm trying to decipher what the first poem's about, but my mind's done been a'sploded.[/bad grammar][/font]
The first poem sort of started as a "String of Words 2" and in the ending stanza is a lot more "String of Words-ish" than the rest. Who knows I might work on it and change it to be what it was going to be.
I wonder if anyone else feels the same way, but I am usually quite loath to change a poem once I've finished it. That’]
Old Age
I sit on life’s road and wait
and get to you often sooner that late.
I bend your back and slow your pace
I am ever an incurable case.
Your skin I will wrinkle
from you eye, steal its twinkle.
Day or night I never rest
the long expected, but unwelcome guest.
Even the thought of me distresses you so,
but who am I really, do you know?
[I]Hana-chan's comment about her mind a'sploding somehow inspired this poem, other than that I don't really know where it came from. I'm not 100% happy with the end though. Sorry if it's a bit gross.
Lunch
Pickle my mind
Chew off my finger
Stew it all together
With some chilli and some ginger.
Serve me up
Have all of me
On the inside, of you
A part I will be.
Hello hello
From inside your head
I’m glad I could help
I hope you are fed.
I’m all gone now
Every last bit.
You walk away smiling
In your body, now always I sit.