Whimsy Whamsy
Bright and Bramsy...
Night swallows me whole, down its long, sequined...
Nearly extinguishing all other light but that...
This feeling i have its makes my body warm
its not rage its not depression what coulc it be...
Pitter, Putter, Stutter- STOP!
Don't think of the things you think you thought...
The crescent moon,
tattooed to the black night sky...
Mondays are the run days,
Tuesdays are the snooze days...
Talking stars, talking stars
You make my thoughts transcend...
After a while the door finally opened
Sis got me inside still battered and broken...
When a baby is born, a person dies
When someone laughs, another cries...
I was looking in the mirror and I saw a pimple
I popped it...
Such a pretty little porcelain doll
with a quaint smile painted in place...
The green horizon spreads out before me
with its delicate white clouds...