which way to go

aargh

i have a lying muse

that always tell s  the truth

it s like up. 

and down

and who could know

which way to go

It s hard being a ghost.

like it s hard writing

trying to pick one sun.

from the other

like trying to think

when it s windy

Reviews

[.]

. yes ... but of course (but of course is stolen from isolophobe) ... like you've said ... still air is very rare ... how dare it be ... but then it is ... and it makes everything twice more impossible ... yet you write ... like a genius ... what can one say ...

your spirit and your words
emerge in blank spaces
to craft new hues
so the universe
can see
that a rainbow
can have many more colours
than seven
for the universe may have stopped
at seven
thinking that it is enough
but you see more
and fill those newer hues
with newer palettes
like a painter
who can't stop
because he knows
if he stopped
no one would know
what he knows
because he knows
so much more
than everyone

[em]

- you're just so serene and so profound - a wise man - a man who - with impeccable economy of words - leaves life lessons - and shares pain - and reveals the shadows - and revels in the moonlight - names the stars - makes time tick - makes the wind blush - in poems -
- and serah - i could say - i agree - but i'm gonna say - ffuucckkk - i so agree with you!!! -

[Dalebear]

Good write

[Emily B]

the wind catches all your thoughts like leaves that fall,
but what a pretty shower they make in the fall