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First Unborn Sun (Villanelle) by Been Here Before

My mind idles in creeping death of gray Mist rises and saunters, blinding my sight I can not watch because I will not pray Fractured tears flow, but why, my friends can't say Twined on the bed, clenching my stomach tight My mind idles in creeping death of gray Thoughts of a child who will never play Visions of the thick mist corrode my night I can not watch because I will not pray Jordan Taylor, maybe Isaiah Ray Names he would have with our blackened plight My mind idles in creeping death of gray No one to talk to, the mist turns to clay Hiding my pupils with all of my might I can not watch because I will not pray No hands or voices to say "it's okay" The mist carries his tiny soul in flight My mind idles in creeping death of gray I can not watch because I will not pray

Been Here Before 23-Feb-06/11:17 AM
Yes. Melmichelle@hotmail.com is the only e-mail address that I really use. I just could not figure out how to log in without another one, and I did not even remember what I had logged in on as years ago. I just recently found my way back to computers, so those things allude me. I've spent so much time in cafes with pens and paper since Merlin took the computer, but people say I need to up-grade, so here I am ... again. I like Myspace only because all my true friends seem to have a home there and it is easy for me to talk to all of them at once. It is a great out-let and a new environment for me. -Mel
P.S. Can you still get a hold of NFG - Writing With Attitude? I want to subscribe if it still exists. Thanks for the warm welcome!




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