I'm so frustrated. I said a lot of poetic things last night, but now I can't remember them. I'm not even sure if Haku's the type who remembers the things I said. I remember lines like 'It makes you more aware of your skin' and 'Hence the constant desire to touch' but I can't remember the lines before or after I said them. D: And to think they were really good. Arghh grararararararararararararararara nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom
Anyway, I'm going to write a poem again because the last time I wrote one is almost a month ago as seen from my old blog. I feel so... uncreative. Why I no write something good? Oh well, whatever. I'll just write something 'postmodern' lol.
Petition
Bees desire honey nectar you don't
Know what you're talking about. This is not
A poem for lovers or enemies, or
Friends kissing on the rail-road tracks.
I love you I love you I don't
Understand a thing about life,
But if I die let the coffin be filled with whipped
Cream and sour sauce dancing like
Tomatoes. Do you know a thing
About sorrow, about regret, about losing
The one you want to keep inside your pocket
Or between your crotch? I love you only
When you're not awake. Then I can touch
Your chest and listen to your breathing. And
I want to stop it like how roller coasters brake,
Step on your feet and tell you to walk
Me to a place where heaven lies. Saintly
Obscurity one by one. On your march
You tell me you love me you tell me you want me
To go,
Don't go don't go don't go.
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