Saturday, April 9, 2011

Noise

Oh flying fruit of the sky,
I know not what brings you here
My humble abode you have made your home
And I, I cannot express my distress
Pull me from the depths of hell
The lack of sleep, evil intentions,
So pretentious, smug disguised,
A wolf in sheep's clothing
If only you could speak,
I'd receive your explanation
You stalk the night, in pitch black darkness,
Only to make me suffer
Tragedy will soak up your soul
Stripped of your wings, you will pay
I promise you, you will


Poem 13

WHY DO YOU BIRDS KEEP CHIRPING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AT 6 IN THE MORNING EVERY SINGLE DAY?

13 comments:

  1. I don't mind the birds chirping, heavy sleeper and all.

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  2. love your poems :) birds are talking :3

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  3. The birds love you. Love the birds Remi.... love them! Good poem! Keep them coming!

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  4. I'm impressed that you can write so many poems on a daily basis.

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  5. Those birds do the same to me.

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  6. It's an owl outside my window that does it just to annoy me, it never toots when I'm awake!!

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  7. Loved the poem :# I wish I could hear birds chirping at morning, the only thing I hear is the neighbors dog barking at 6 AM everyfucking morning!

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  8. Those evil birds stealing the last few hours of sleep a night, I can see why you've vowed revenge.

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  9. LOL I wasn't expecting that sort of ending.

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  10. this is a very interesting poem. Keep up the writing

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