Promises made and promises broken
Promises that are so often forgotten
But promises kept are affection’s token
And promises broken suck dirty rotten
Some are made in the blink of an eye
And some are born out of obligation
Some are just parts of a big fat lie
And some promises cause constipation
But the real worth of a promise, then
Lies in the moment in which it’s made
Because words spoken can hurt badly when
The tongue works like a razor blade
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
2 comments:
I like the title and this:
"Promises that are so often forgotten" which happenes soooo often and it's very nicely put.
I think about it the same way except the difference between you and me is: i can't write poems :(
@merili:
I think you should consider yourself lucky that you can't write poems, one does not choose to do art, art chooses you, and when it does, more often than not, it's a terrible curse :)
but thanks for reading my poems, appreciation is the only reward.
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