That laugh that i have nearly
forgotten how it tastes.
My long fingers that had once embraced
the notes that had contained.
The freckles that dot
what i had once tried to rub off,
And my porcelain white skin
that provided the cage.
~
Admittantly this is a few years old, but I still kind of enjoy it. It displays the transition period from my rather bland and blunt poetry to my more descriptive and (possibly even) cryptic poetry of today. I think I wrote this at the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. I have another poem from this period of my life that I might also put up...
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley