Now that is empty, this is full. Where am I to go next? What am I to be in? Who can I give in? Whom may I create for? Which way to take?
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
In so doing I carried this vessel all throughout. A vessel full of things wanted and unwanted. Only to bear the burden per second of the past of then and now.
To say the least, I am to grow a yeast, on this seed and feed it and make a feast. Making it on a fume, always this feet moving without a room,
As my veing course through that black blood that I intake in my mouth, ooh the fillings from a hot water and into the cup it transforms into a bitter fruit that fills not just my loins in a jittery flow.
The grandest of tales succumbs not in castles, the joyous victors of the spoils turns not it into a loot. Once an orphan
The consistency of life and flow of current things permanently. --------- Fourth set of Quadru-Haiku challenge
Materialistic you are the ground I walk on, Always and For ever. --------------------- This is the third set of "Quadru-Haiku Challenge
Wherefore art thou thee Love has come for you and me Allergen is here. ----------- Second set of Quadru-Haiku Challenge
I am in your eye awakening desire bake in eternal lake. -------------- First set of Quadru-Haiku challenge
Once upon a book, two brothers bringing together whats has been left behind, two brothers in compendium all sorts of faery dust and tales,
Some one Some where said it wrote it. In a hole on the ground, but here up here where all things go away and fade away,
From the first, in the art to develop, what proffesion of my mind. can see, can feel, can touch, can smell, and think but not to be thought,