Topics and running on sentences.
Thoughts carried away by passing trains.
Seem to have lost this far off trance.
Where oh where did my—
The new journey seems to strike.
The road being the biggest hit.
The concept of line on line.
You've lost me once again.
Being worn like thinning paper.
My patience constantly taxed.
The race I lost before I began.
Just here to make new—
The flaring of tempers rise.
Like eggs gone bad.
That old flame being snuffed out.
Get along, they seem to ask why.
Like glue you seem stuck.
Digging at that endless hole you dug.
You forgot the bed you lie in.
A hand to help reaches—
Temptation being a number one killer.
A society debt we seem to pay.
Out we throw the new.
The past a graveyard for regrets.
Likened are we to some.
Like those who steal candy from babies.
Assure you I, they are but lies.
You cannot say things nice—
Remind me can you.
Why do you speak and I listen?
You're not one made of sugar.
Sweet talk is not yours.
Once said and only.
Sight of you no longer lost.
Better love is it.
Then love to never know.
Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
I should probably stop trying to figure it out before I completely confuse myself. But it's good and well done. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, I agree with you Jared. :P I'm not sure what's it about, but I like it.
ReplyDeleteis it about how ur life feels?
ReplyDeleteHAHA!! No...I'll give you the secret to this poem. It is rather simple really...now I'm wondering if I should..hmm
ReplyDeleteok ok...Every single line in this poem is a mixed up version of sayings. Like "The road being the biggest hit." Thats from the common saying "Hit the road"
Or "Being worn like thinning paper." from "My nerves are being worn paper thin."
At least these are the sayings I grew up hearing.
Anyway, that is the secret to this poem. Really..I'm not that insane