Strange Poems

Actually, I DO know what I was on when I wrote this stuff.
Differential Equations and Linear Algebra classes.
It's amazing how staring at equations for hours warps your sense of reality.

 

Soar

stars are sand and the world is a pebble
white wave of creation wash over us
sweep lives away with the kelp
but the seagulls dont cry for us

waves are forever but never crash down
when is my wave when will it come
swim in a cold eternity of thought
and the seagulls dont know im gone

where is the hiss the cool wash
life is a parched desert of hate
an oasis but then a flood
and the seagulls watch the waves.
 

Twinkle

its cold at night when the moon stares
never blinks never cries
but the stars they watch for me
their eyes in the lonely void

the moon only looks bright
i cant see for it though
dead grey rock hung in the sky
only the stars can shine.

 

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