poetry

I have one poem of mine and another is the talented Sylvia Path's poem called Mad Girls love song which I really like. The first one is mine and the second is Sylvia Path's.

Bones jutting out

of each side of your porcelain frame

so sharp

it will cut your fingertips

as you run you fingertips across

those pure and perfect bones

Make sure you don't get too close

They might hurt you

Be careful

We're sensitive

Please be gentle

We may break

Without you even realizing 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

and arbitirary blackness gallops in: 

I shut my eyes and the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And song me moon-struck, kissed me

quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

Exit seraphim and satatis men: 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you'd return the way you said, 

But I grew old and forgot your name. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead,

At least when spring comes they near back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)