No sides nor walls.
No base nor form.
The wind blows through,
you can’t keep warm.
A hollow castle
with no king.
Your empty words
don’t mean a thing.
October 14, 2007
October 14, 2007
No sides nor walls.
No base nor form.
The wind blows through,
you can’t keep warm.
A hollow castle
with no king.
Your empty words
don’t mean a thing.
October 14, 2007 at 11:49 pm
When he finds you
how will you stand to be so lovely
as he sees you
Will you need him
or love him
Why is it always the youngest daughter
and who are the ugly step-sisters
Why is the true princess
so often estranged from her father
or in need of rescue
Why would a prince know you
by feet that fit glass slippers?
Few men know what a queen does in her office
but I suspect you always did.
October 15, 2007 at 12:15 am
Ruinn,
Can I tell you why, for me, your worst poems are better than many other people’s best ones?
‘Cause they’re short!!!
P.S. I think you might like one the last one I posted, called ‘poet, shorten it for goodness sake.’
Only for you, and in strictest confidence, replace the word ‘goodness’ in the title by something a bit less posh.
take care
94S
October 17, 2007 at 12:25 am
an intense indictment. is it pointed outward or inward?
October 17, 2007 at 5:11 am
Oooh.
December 29, 2007 at 8:02 pm
girls heart abandoned cold echoing halls phantom wanderings semantical journey textual labyrinth pleading need