5 minute poetry

Funka Genocide · 01-25-2005, 10:35 PM

I do so love the neon
flashing in despair
brilliant in a sense
destroying innocence

taking what we give
its fueled by deeper things
all we never knew
oh, how it blooms

like strange inspiration
flapping in the dark
the sounds are so inviting
this feel might be enticing

its gloves and hats
a bouquet of wonder
those oddly clothed actors
on stages meant for betters

it calls to me so lovingly
its temperament quite lurid
grand designs and nonsense
glory behind a fence

caged as an animal
it loses what it is
to ennui and decay
only here to see the day

never touch these things
that sparkle so
only be right next to me
witnessing what it can't be

thanks for not being able to see my font color QQ!

01-25-2005, 10:35 PM	#11
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Strange Inspiration I do so love the neon flashing in despair brilliant in a sense destroying innocence taking what we give its fueled by deeper things all we never knew oh, how it blooms like strange inspiration flapping in the dark the sounds are so inviting this feel might be enticing its gloves and hats a bouquet of wonder those oddly clothed actors on stages meant for betters it calls to me so lovingly its temperament quite lurid grand designs and nonsense glory behind a fence caged as an animal it loses what it is to ennui and decay only here to see the day never touch these things that sparkle so only be right next to me witnessing what it can't be thanks for not being able to see my font color QQ! Last edited by Funka Genocide; 01-25-2005 at 10:49 PM.