poem 2/27/07 10:38 |
Last night,
She said,
Gotta take a trip,
In the cockpit,
To go to the stars,
And beyond the clouds,
To the blue blue starry night,
And she said,
The cockpit's hot enough,
But the trip's so fine,
It was a wonderful night.
But it was so fine...
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Posted by Ron AngelicFall | |
11/28/06 00:21 |
the night appears to be colder than it should be
the place i'm with no longer felt like sanctuary.
maybe i am doomed,
maybe i am damned,
whatever it is, i don't have any concept of it
in life, there are only two directions that you can go,
you can be happy,
you can be sad,
then there's that grey area,
the place you don't know where you are
in the shades of grey, there appears more facets to life than just sadness and happiness
maybe my concept of time is just fucked
i couldn't even sleep
even when i am so tired
i don't know what's with me
i don't know what became of me
life is a challenge,
true enough, life is life
in the imperfect world we live in
there are times we just don't know why
or how
or even when
or what should and ought
i fought sadness everyday
i think of the one girl that makes me smile
where is she?
what happened...
in the length of time that i am awake
from this emotional fight i'm dealing with
i felt hunger from the depths of my stomach
i skipped dinner
no worries,
i've done it several times,
maybe i'll just die from the torture?
or wake up feeling even hungrier?
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Posted by Ron AngelicFall | |