Untaped silent mouth
I can’t believe I never noticed
The shaded corner lily
Usually the first and last I water
A small collection
Separated by a timely garage sale
How very sad
Let me try to clear the air
The best intentions of mankind
Always launched from a solid, solid ground of selfishness
The sailor sacrifices his life
To bring fancy hotels the catch of the day
But the waves distance him
From secrets, sunken like anchors
So nearby though!
I cannot believe I never noticed
Few golden objects
Under my paper wing and scissored sight
I’m just plain stoned
One got away and it’s coincidence, I know
Ro Sham Beaux
Well, times have changed
Solid ground I do not have nor want
I will take my friend to the circus
We will ride the sinking ferris wheel
We will stomp the divets of the fair ground
And we will be children
In a world where adults cry for attention
who.i.am.
- brice
- I am Brice. I have been writing since I was 10 and soon after I started it became my passion. I think writing is about exploration and experimentation. How is what you wrote supposed to be meaningful when you say what's already been said? I try to draw influences from outside the literacy world but I admire many authors, specifically poets. T.S. Eliot and Lewis Carroll probably more than any others. The Beatles have been more of an influence on writing than I have ever expected as well. I thought this blog would be a good median for me because it's friendly to the world of writing and it's a good place to just let loose of emotions and ideas through blogging. Thanks for your interest.