Thursday, November 10, 2005

poem contributions

You inhale the smell of cigarette filters
like drugs that reminds you of him
while the pillar was collapsing
there wasn't anyone around
And here didn't we lose our ground?

and one day you told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'
I thought you meant my poems
Spring never took over, my dear
we played a game in our heads
The currents were manipulative
but I don't give a damn

everything's fine in the end
if it did ever came
Spring took over, technically
and we shiver under the dying sun
And you begin to worry about the end

So dearest, what's belief thrown down the stairs?

weeks fly by like those migrating flocks
i tried to bridle the wind cos'
something told me in my dreams
there's a place for us far from paradise
the one implanted in our heads
there we could be free

so i am scavenging under those stairs
for those dreams we had together
it shattered utterly, imperceptibly
we held each other like lovers
and shiver nonetheless

So dearest, I am picking up those bits and pieces

we all make promises we try to keep
doesn't turn us into hypocrites
no I don't panic behind my door
because you once told me
'All things beautiful comes with an end'


Written by: kervin. self proclaimed pessimistic optimist.

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