Poetry by Raivu

He-

He flits down a hallway

Clockwork eyes

Back and forth

(Here? we go.)



He smile

He smiles like

The Cheshire Cat

but his eyes are filled with

the catterpillar's smoke

He talks quietly, and knows no funny joke



It's a sunny day in

Paris

and the hospital - is on fire.



Perhaps he

He never was quite right

Right? Quite.

but that isn't his fault,

it's god's.



I want my heart back:

he says to the nurse.

Alice-blue eyes.

Smells like pumpkin pies.



It wasn't yours to begin with;

she jeopardizes! his answer.



The sun is on

in France.

the Infirmary is-

on Fire.



she smiles

and it's true

genuinely honestly

lips curve undown straight up

eyes light

no fight

there is no sense of wonder

but knowing

and



{ashes, ashes, the walls didn't fall down c-cos

sweet pea, they weren't lit to begin with}



he really likes that.



she walks like a

bunny

but talks like a 

rabbit

and when she whiskers him and leaves

he is forsomereason filled with a

dulciloquy

so that he's always

tumbling after.





There are no such things as fire

in Peyhr-hee

Because the hospital

is where she 

is

and she

is unflammable.

and he

is on fire.

PRODiGY wrote:

Okay, I've got a little somethin'.

He-

He flits down a hallway

Clockwork eyes

Back and forth

(Here? we go.)



He smile

He smiles like

The Cheshire Cat

but his eyes are filled with

the catterpillar's smoke

He talks quietly, and knows no funny joke



It's a sunny day in

Paris

and the hospital - is on fire.



Perhaps he

He never was quite right

Right? Quite.

but that isn't his fault,

it's god's.



I want my heart back:

he says to the nurse.

Alice-blue eyes.

Smells like pumpkin pies.



It wasn't yours to begin with;

she jeopardizes! his answer.



The sun is on

in France.

the Infirmary is-

on Fire.



she smiles

and it's true

genuinely honestly

lips curve undown straight up

eyes light

no fight

there is no sense of wonder

but knowing

and



{ashes, ashes, the walls didn't fall down c-cos

sweet pea, they weren't lit to begin with}



he really likes that.



she walks like a

bunny

but talks like a 

rabbit

and when she whiskers him and leaves

he is forsomereason filled with a

dulciloquy

so that he's always

tumbling after.





There are no such things as fire

in Peyhr-hee

Because the hospital

is where she 

is

and she

is unflammable.

and he

is on fire.

I'm not too fond of rhyming.D':

You don't have to rhyme to write good poetry. I like it.

Alright this is called "homeless guys"

You would not believe your eyes
if ten thousand homeless guys
Ran in your room as you fell asleep

Cause theyd fill the open air
with teardrops and beer thats stale
youd think me rude but i would wake up and Stare...

Was that any good

Kojinako wrote:

Alright this is called "homeless guys"

You would not believe your eyes
if ten thousand homeless guys
Ran in your room as you fell asleep

Cause theyd fill the open air
with teardrops and beer thats stale
youd think me rude but i would wake up and Stare...

Was that any good

are you relating the room to the open environment, and mother nature? Maybe "Ran into your room as you fell asleep" means "they come out into the outside world in the air we breath (the room)"?