Anticipation
Anticipation
What a proclamation
Lifes exclamation
Dedication?
What dedication?
Its all defaction
You see its all a formation
There is no retaliation
Only a temptation
It is but the fascination
Of the firmentation
The detonation
The inspiration
A creation
Of more expectation
Oh anticipation
How you are my inflamation
So the night went on, and I had a great time with this girl. And well, this poem has to do about a certain part of our night. One of those, as I said earlier, "interesting sequences".
Is It Okay?
Is it okay
If I say
No wait
It must be too late
It has to be fate
Or maybe its the day
To let everything go away
To throw everything to the fray
Ah, why do I do this?
How come I always miss
Stuck, with no feeling of bliss
But was it me that caused it to be this way
Or was it just my fear causing this dismay
Perhaps things will change
Perhaps I will rearrange
And so here I lay
Awaiting that month of May
Wondering, will it be okay
Well those are all my recent poems, I have a lot more in my journal. I just felt as if these two were most relevant to what we were talking about before. Anyways, I'm off again. Im superbly hungry.
Have a Good One
Have a Good One