They say you can create poetry out of words.
Words painted in psychedelic colours.
Words that sound like music.
Words that have meanings.
Dipped in the light of a glow-worm,
Words are meant to create poetry.
Melody in every breath
The words are supposed to
Stir up emotions,motions
And then rest.
Like the shimmering neon lights of the city
That projects life in the guise of survival
Words are supposed to express more than generic triviality.
But they fail me.
And I don't know how but
They say that you can create poetry out of words.
All Fools.
Aren't they?
Words painted in psychedelic colours.
Words that sound like music.
Words that have meanings.
Dipped in the light of a glow-worm,
Words are meant to create poetry.
Melody in every breath
The words are supposed to
Stir up emotions,motions
And then rest.
Like the shimmering neon lights of the city
That projects life in the guise of survival
Words are supposed to express more than generic triviality.
But they fail me.
And I don't know how but
They say that you can create poetry out of words.
All Fools.
Aren't they?
not so shitty i'd say.
ReplyDeletelove the part where they are dipped in the light of a glow worm.. could almost see 'em.
could u feel the disappointment every time the light blinks off? everytime you lose sight of the phosphorescent green something comes alive in your stomach and you wish just some how if you could switch it on...somehow bring back the light...i wish...just somehow.
ReplyDeletea fool has a feeling that words are too helpless to bring out poetry.. ur savagery and madness perhaps can. cause those glow worms n the neon lights speak,but of a different language. may be, its hard to decipher or simply u'r close yet far from eternity. n to stir up emotion, motion, delusion.. so on n so forth, magic is needed. ur wish might be fulfilled from that life which survives or pretends to survive from the projection of those lamp posts. otherwise, everything else is utterly gibberish..
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