silence encases the night blacking out the day , erasing the light
visions dance in the rain,drenching the minds of those who welcome the strange
the sun hangs in the sky made out of paper--mache stars and moons of silver foil fame
trees and flowers colored like children took to them with vengeance
echoing that this world is full of menace
words leak out of books so what remains is never quite the same
stick figure people run this world of make believe
what we see is not what we see , where shadows exist, and truth runs like zebras made out of Popsicle's stick
i know of of what i say , or what i do
i sit here in red to believe in crimson and maroon
to understand my insane fate, blues run in my fevered brain, i close my eyes so i can see straight
illusion wrapped in lies colored in greys
clocks never run backwards only forward in an endless parade
things left behind stay locked away, minds that move slowly get no play
they are only beginning the race, the finish line is gone it left no trace
everything goes that way only to begin another day
carrie ann kawa 8/03
i know nothing to do with salt sorry i just wanted to give you different flavores of me strange poems just to make life intersting soon the salt saga will be over and i wanted timothy jacob to set the mood for him and anaka which you have not met or have you someone whom i have givin some poetry to has a poem title the lady and the waiting man that is part of their epic but most likely this person never read it but that is for the future salt has to play his part which he will next week
remember life is to short spending it in your bedroom and looking at the walls and wondering how did i get here wait thats me never mind
life is to short to have a crush on someone no thats me too
ok once a day make fun of your self ok i think we can mange that
for maria listen when you jump into the fire you wil always get burned but the heat was worth the thired degree and if that does not make sence i took medication for my sinus and i m just going off so try to understand it in a crazy way
until next week keep well ttfn carrie out
About Me
- BLUEMONDAY
- las vegas, nevada, United States
- i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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