Two Short Untitled Poems
(November 2005)
Josh MacLeod
We have past the point of wishes
Where gods and monsters meet
Waiting nothing, needing only hope
And rest from dreams in sleeps.
the silence is a voice
above reproach
filled with the same
and eyes void of anger
only unbearably tired
sad
and weary
the explosion
waited for
never comes
only the silence
and then a single sigh
"We have past the point of wishes
ReplyDeleteWhere gods and monsters meet
Waiting nothing, needing only hope
And rest from dreams in sleeps."
Fabulous, really. I am going to bookmark you and check out your daily poetry....once in awhile I might throw my own in there if it seems fitting...I wish you great sucess with this project.
Heh. Thanks. It'll be a fun project once I get to the poem-a-day part. Right now just posting some stuff so people get a general feel of what I end up writing.
ReplyDeleteA strangled lol,
ReplyDeleteA muted rofl,
The sounds of a Xangas death.
Woot. A Haiku for you. Why are you using this thing? It's not leet.
fsz, you dumb.
ReplyDeletealcar can use whatever he wishes to use as his tool for "cool."
Cuz blogger is prettier :) And the xanga blog was largely for silly things anyway. Still is, if I ever have time to do up some stream of consciousness for it.
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