Naivete
PostPosted: Thu May 05, 2005 1:51 pm
...I wrote this poem when I first was realizing that my roommate and her boyfriend were not who I thought they were....
it isn't the best poem....any suggestions would be great...
What chaos brings forth such great confusion
possessed of innocence lost in wicked intentions
Shaken, not stirred
salt-rimmed glasses reflected in twighlight's repose
nights spent in insomnia's grasp
I waited-
Standing poised at the edge of evolution
aware of time sweeping
truth, realised by syllabic rainfall
Ears soaking up words
the drought finally ended by the opening of floodgates-
You sat near me, perplexed
my savage response to your secret resolution
retribution,
not intended to correct passed transgressions-
candy coated ice-crystals spun by false reasoning
and chance encounters...
melting into pools of mistrust
Remember, telephones ring even when no one is there to answer them.
My angel of mercy calls for those
whose repayment comes too late...
it isn't the best poem....any suggestions would be great...
What chaos brings forth such great confusion
possessed of innocence lost in wicked intentions
Shaken, not stirred
salt-rimmed glasses reflected in twighlight's repose
nights spent in insomnia's grasp
I waited-
Standing poised at the edge of evolution
aware of time sweeping
truth, realised by syllabic rainfall
Ears soaking up words
the drought finally ended by the opening of floodgates-
You sat near me, perplexed
my savage response to your secret resolution
retribution,
not intended to correct passed transgressions-
candy coated ice-crystals spun by false reasoning
and chance encounters...
melting into pools of mistrust
Remember, telephones ring even when no one is there to answer them.
My angel of mercy calls for those
whose repayment comes too late...