Fractal Tetradactyl

Hot fumes along the pavement
Steel box cars with gleaming smiles
Choking amid something strange
If you try too hard you'll lose your style
And the surroundings will wrap you up
In a web of intrigue
Trap you in their subtle implications .

This pain is something akin to intense sorrow.
Its hard roundness felt like hunger in my stomach.
Their laughter and joy penetrates my walls of silence
Like shots of hot molten lead.

Your bright face makes me lunge at the sugar bloated eyes
That constantly stare from under furrowed brows.
Guided by the misconceptions of thought
We fly into the face of adversity
Condemned by the graduates of mental perversity.

Loves urban squalor
Surrounds our dreams
While forlorn we trudge a well worn path of screams
But wait creatures of love
Wait till all of your tears have blown dry
Then maybe we can quit askin' why.





Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 15:35

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Zoya Zaidi
"While forlorn we trudge this well worn path of screams" Kinda gives me goose pimples, very well described feelings!!
2005-10-29


penfold18
very creative enjoyed this very much.
2005-10-29