I'm Coming Home

by Maple Tree   Jul 22, 2012


At the age of seventeen, I justified
my thoughts as opium
soothed a feverish
young lady.

Those were the days when bare toes
mated with dirty eyes,
and all was calm
within our world.

As the winds circle my pen,
I become insensitive
to the wrinkles,
swallowing me whole.

My tongue lashes out
at cruelty, bringing me
to my knees-

In the past it was for pleasure,
now it's for forgiveness,
how can I live out
this opera of nightmares
when all I desire is peace?

I retreat often to the times
of moistening lamp oil,
herbs of delight,
consuming every poetic word
spewing from an elders
feeble imagination-

realizing soon,
I'll be the elder...

(lights up a cigarette and ponders)

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  • 10 years ago

    by JesusFreakAuthor

    This is so beautiful and stunning and blew me away

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Wow.. nominated!

    lol Abed :P

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    ........................xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx....................

    Three days ago, I have lost my appetite again for reading poetry....

    it's like menstruation with me LMAO

    this kind of rekindled the flames

    mwah

  • 12 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Wow!

    I wanna comment properly...I really do
    but I can't.

    xx

  • 12 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    *jaw hits the floor*
    :-O

    Speechless........Damn syrup!

    Xxx