Dedicated to refinedperception because she always gave my poems a read whenever she got back and she's a cool person 😎
If I knew
That I'd crave escape
On this cool night
With an air of prospective adventures, sights and euphoric surges -
I would have taken better care of my bicycle.
^^
So that
I'd tempt Death as I procrastinate,
Yeah I want to feel the Grim Reaper's scythe graze my neck hairs
As I spread my arms out wide
Like the wings of an airplane
And arch my head forward to aid my myopic eyes
As I scorch down never ending descents.
^^
I should have taken better care
Of that rusty worn out
Teleportation vessel
To a world of racing winds
Zooming lights
And danger, risk and fear....
A world of tranquility, peace
And breathing and thinking space.
^^
The experience is nothing compared to reliving it through words...
Writing poetry
On such a beautiful inviting night...
What a waste of this rare desire
To jump out into the dark abyss
Of the Moon's impenetrable fortress.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
