just a waffled chip bit of my brain, which has totalliee no sense.
we discussed (No ABOUT) poems on life and i wanted to go on and on and on and on forever and fangirl over its awesomeness, but people were getting distracted and such that it was weird if i were to continue to fawn over it in a corner. instead, i left my thoughts to myself.
i wish i could write such awesome poems. i wish, i wish, i wish.
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life is a ticking, restless clockwork--
a kaleidoscope of hopes that fade into
warped images, they quirk
into an alley, flying through.
Past the memories that flicker
and twist into an oblivion of scattered
fireflies that smugly snicker
with knowledge of truths torn and tattered.
Against the merry-go-round
of thick, creamy webs of lies
that bond masks who astound
the faded tattoo of love, beating symphonies of cries.
life is a waffle
of bits and pieces.
a puzzle to baffle,
of cracks and creases.
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I tried to make it rhyme, I did! and the hardest part was to make it make sense.
Waffle on the go.
Have a bite of dough.
SEEEE? it doesn't rhyme nor does it make sense, it never does ; - ; oh well,
cos i has no brains.
: D
tralalalalalalalalalalala
Ollieeeeeee :)
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