Here's our comedy of errors
She took a knife and split my fingers
Hapless fools we wet the sheets
make our love and rub our feet
Looking down upon the Earth
poised to jump but not with her
Kiss her body and her eyes
She tastes like honey mixed with lies
Heaven is a place down here
If I kill her she'll disappear
- By Josh N
[Love Sick by Lissie Kun]
The poetry and thoughts of two young writers, Daria and Josh.
Showing posts with label Josh Neumann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Josh Neumann. Show all posts
Friday, April 25, 2014
Comedy Of Errors
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Your Heart is Frozen
Maybe you're a lover, and maybe you're a poison.
One thing that's true is girl, your heart is frozen;
And we all know how everything you touch turns broken.
- By Josh N
One thing that's true is girl, your heart is frozen;
And we all know how everything you touch turns broken.
- By Josh N
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Our Love Is A Dream
She took my hand
Have you ever seen a grown man smile
like that?
It started to slip
It fell into space and I asked if she could
keep looking at
the sunset
Whilst I layed out our picnic
The warm summer night
reminded me of bright stars and glowing clouds
from where I came
But everyone kept telling me
that thoughts weren't safe
and words weren't sane
When I got back
I saw her sitting, head down, hugging tight
her own self. Tears running down her face
from her glowing eyes -
they made me think of home, as well
I asked her, "What is it, love?"
She fell back through space
onto soft grass
Warm bread - its smell - wafted over
as she stared up, sadly smiling
She took my hand once more
I gulped, it's not my turn to cry
"I miss the world I wished for,"
she said.
"I lived there in my head."
I kissed her face
Lying down, grass scratching my neck,
love pouring down from scarlet clouds
She speaks again
about how beauty stopped
as soon as beauty was a thing that she desired
She means
that she forgot to dream
Anyway, stealing chances
A tear falls out my own eye
I grip her hand
too tight,
she, too, grips back
I love her
more than worlds beyond or books or songs
I tell her wishes still belong
And that our future's here
Hold on
- By Josh N
- By Josh N
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