Sunken Revery

Unfinished (Simple Drabbles I).

☯Simple Drabbles I☯

These are basically short, short, short and incredibly simple"in-progress" poems that may one day be elongated (pardon the under-development).

Kneeling down by the seaside;

My feet wading in the bay,

I heard the waves roar and wash away your name,

You were just another sad picture to frame:

They called it "falling in love",

I called it "going insane".

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A million kisses on your lips I could plant

But the yielding of its fruits I'd loathe to see

Branches of leaves would indigenously sprout,

And a barrage of woe I'd have cutting them down.

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She is infatuated with death

The whole concept appealed greatly to her

But in the creaks of her battered heart,

It was all merely a lie;

For she does not dream of death

But of a world where she can fly.

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So, the bruised boy crumbled without a sound

Deep inside of his assaulted shell;

With neverending thoughts

Of ropes,

Sirens,

And death

All pounding against his fragmented head.

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Chalky white skin embellished with firetruck lips,

A spaghetti-strap dress that hardly reached the hip,

A shaky princess rumpled over with a weary sigh;

Frowning at the sheets washed over bare thighs

There was no escape from the decision I chose

If only I didn't, she shamefully disclosed.

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Again, these are just starter poems, so I apologize for the underdevelopment.