Tuesday, February 16, 2010

COCOONS

Day in, day out
Existing between parties.
What life is all about
Is lost in the haze
Of habit.

Lives breaking lives
Dead souls crying,
Pained by the lies
That keep them from trying.
To be alive.

Yet in death's cocoon
True love can invade
Open hearts will swoon
At the voice that made
Butterflies of worms
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Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.

February 16, 2010 at 5:15 PM

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