A Poem by Mr.Allegory

A bundle of word pieces and scattered thought bits~

Flesh under fingernails

Yours, mine, ours

Though, the thought might cause the crawling of skin

Furrowing of brows

It's not at it seems 

Like many things we stumble upon on the journey through our makeshift lives

Candy wrappers

Broken glass

Pulled weeds

Forgotten memories

Either ending in loss or gain

For pleasure or pain

There is no true way of telling

No crystal ball to answer unanswered questions

So curious

So queer

How I'd love to hear it all

To hear, see, taste, touch

Smell the scent of freshly baked bread.

The warm vapors of freshly brewed Tea

But my senses have failed me

For that, my dearest

I am sorry

© 2012 Mr.Allegory

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"Forgotten memories"
A sad truth... a bit like Death. The ending pulled at my heartstrings.
Interestingly, you paralleled pleasure with loss and gain with pain. Was this for rhyming purposes or are you recognizing something? Or both.
Also: Is the shape of the poem...?


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Added on March 30, 2012
Last Updated on March 30, 2012
Tags: Journal, diary, thoughts, writing bits, bits, pointless, blegh



Lancaster, CA

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