Is It Poetry
Is It Poetry Poems
|6201.||Z Poo Ringer Mustache||12/12/2008|
|6202.||Z Poo Singer||12/12/2008|
|6203.||Z Poo Trembles On A String||12/13/2008|
|6205.||فقدت داخل القرآن الكريم الخاص بك||1/19/2014|
...................She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..
She is he,
and he is She.
now lost, loves heart.
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
his red heart pumping burned
burned ice cold hot.
light did give U.S. form.
Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.
Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.
His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.
Now alone again,
he walks into.
There is no shortage of darkness here, either
one can see it or one doesn't.
One can feel the sun, the heat alone is misleading.
In this darkness where there is light, my fingers cling to the moon,
warm some where else, I am told in the center, a great black hole.
Star's beyond normal sight with out the help of a telescope
lay upon glass, thinly blaze with white frost.
As it is now drawn from the past, the future revealed to