My passion is the fall of plastic
Once I feel, you will sense that my pen is real
I write what is on my mind
However, I bury beneath the English language
This means that I barely spill what it is that happened
But I never sleep on devil
I come equipped and forever settle in the kettle
I barely button my lip
This is the contradiction
I say what it is and fare the hate and confliction
My honest shape, you should flash a smile because I care…
To tell, but your nose swells
Oh well…
I look to the table across to read
As I count alphabet, I discover the realm of deception
What is really there…
The…
Lack of care
No care
No book or confession
This was my lesson
I pay the dues to count these blessings
I hop from dreams as I hope for renewed settings
No quitting
Never forgetting or letting…
Go.
Go, go, go to the land of angels and powder
Live it up louder
For the November Ears will beget…
I forget.
This poem of mine has gone on for too long
My necklace’s ramp runs damp
Must I rest?
All there is for you is happiness and love
You just have to stay strong and carry on
Hand out the hugs, hugs, hug
I know it’s hard
But you wouldn’t move if you weren’t starved
So it can only get better
I was given a curve ball in the weirdest of weather
This means that the future is legit
But don’t forget to let the love and peace take their risks




buckwheatsrisk
November 5, 2012 at 10:42 pm
sad and amazing!