Window Pain

I am bread,
but am I not a pencil?
And also chocolate eyeliner,
flavoured with vinegaress salt?

I can be, do, see, try,
anything.
I can fly,
I can merge with the sky while its lume,
casts a gloomy contextual ribbon flow.

In first class, maybe pleb.
Not sure, she said.
Could it be, my heavy eyes.
want a mugger behind me?
That very same brand; dress nonsense,
Alone strikes terror; by the window.
By your leave, I am numb.
Undone.
Alone.
Frightened.

 

spiffy

 

spiffy??

 

Ah, the princess of random! Sometimes it works. I like the first two 'stanzas' and something's building there worthy of pursuing. Then you run out of gas and we're gaping at an open and deserted highway. Oh, please let us ride again!

 

hahah that's the beauty of it kidder teehee. i delibarately stoped the gas. not quite a desert highway but a traIn gathering speed and then suddenly stopping at a station.


i can't spell delibarate correct me

 

That was really great - a sense of urbanity, loss, waiting and despondency.

 

casts a very heavy vibe of bewilderment
i like it

 

"And also chocolate eyeliner,
flavoured with vinegaress salt?"


- this put a bad taste in my mouth, lol. i liked it a lot- it has a very odd atmoshpere of confusion and rythym and heaviness.. can't quite put my finger on what, but it makes me feel something!

 

You write like I think. Is that a compliment? Don't know! *smiles*

X

 

~* Very cool, like the different thoughts that pop up when i read and reread this. Thanks *~

 

i liked it; it was very... weird, for lack of a better word. i'll admit i cringed at the title though.

peace
sophia

 

oh yeah, i just shoved a random title on there. terrible i know hehe