POET no.1

Transition

Stinging skin
Cold chills
Pervasive and penetrating
Giving the scent of wind
Roar blew
Warms
Freeze
Storms and heat
Rotating switch
Waiting for weather
Hit cloud
Freeing wind
Harm the living


Soul

Crying roar
Waiting and waiting
Viewing at
Hope and dream
If time
When crushed the life
Leaving yourself
Walking forward
Bemoan themselves
Expected return
Time of
Sorry self
In liver

Blinded silencing
Lied lied
Destroy and crush
Every soul is left
That there is pride
To the left meniggalkan
And
See that the waiting





Sand

road serrations
Pierced feet
Heating
Wrinkling
Every inch
Skin and bone
But soft
Fact turn
Shows
Stretch of sand
United
And eternal
As I
What's here


To

Smiling
Fake
Why?
Anxiety
Over the brain
What?
Lowered
Sports
Ripped soul
Tear
Fall
for
Word
Excuse me
The numb
Only
For one-word apology






Saturday, February 9, 2008
For existing boredom.
Exciting is not it?