caelycate
02-25-2008, 11:56 PM
i dream of sonnets, odes, and verses
that melt together like the fragile notes
of a bird's song
but alas, all i have are these broken fragments
choppy and clumsy together
like the water on a windy day
the bone is dry and fickle
but still i try to use it to hold up these heavy thoughts
that are insisting on crashing down around me
in a perfect world
bush would just be a plant
and peace would not just be a word but an existence
and in a perfect world
all of the half thoughts and broken dreams
would flow eloquently into something
into anything
my lips and my tongue and my mind and my fingers typing on this keyboard
would melt together like the fragile notes
of a bird's song
that melt together like the fragile notes
of a bird's song
but alas, all i have are these broken fragments
choppy and clumsy together
like the water on a windy day
the bone is dry and fickle
but still i try to use it to hold up these heavy thoughts
that are insisting on crashing down around me
in a perfect world
bush would just be a plant
and peace would not just be a word but an existence
and in a perfect world
all of the half thoughts and broken dreams
would flow eloquently into something
into anything
my lips and my tongue and my mind and my fingers typing on this keyboard
would melt together like the fragile notes
of a bird's song