Tuesday, December 14, 2004
period

period.
its the end of a sentence
of a feeling
of being lost
the close
but not the closure
just the period.
but when i couldnt
put a thought to paper
i spill ink on it
then it becomes
a period.
a line.a nonesense
line like stain on a shirt.
like the stain on maria
when u under her skirt.
like righteousness
hypocrites
scrutinize things not
their way
cold righteousness
when
beside my bed i pulled her
foot by mine
and with a cold period she pulled
out.cold heart.
cold dogmatic heart
like those who ended up ball wombed.
like a period a death
then a kiss of last night
this a line.
then time when goodbyed
then a choice not to mistake again.
again.again.like a line.
but still a period.a period
short gap between u and me
that even time cannot end.
memories.a period on it.

Posted at Tuesday, December 14, 2004 by moonjunkie

JCBSoul
January 5, 2005   06:09 PM PST
 
whoohooo....... nice poem miss. u said ur blog isn't nice... this is the first poem i read here... so... wala lang... hi... ayaw pagpaballwombed.. wala lang.
 

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