Poetry Blog by Joseph Kennedy (Future)
I feared I was the burning bush,
Yet I was not consumed,
I cried for a season, all of winter,
But now I am approved.
Pour the wine, and we shall feast,
Landlocked, in the land of east,
Once I ever saw the sea,
The waves are calling me.
I dwell on top, of a middle-class hill,
The pre-adult grand old duke of present,
I live here, not against my will,...
Thursday 3rd June 2010 10:53 pm
The smite of real life
Crashing from the skies.
I became paralyzed,
Unable to progress.
I begged for the heaven sent,
One linguistic instrument.
The vibrant mind
Will not find time
To absorb line after line.
Exams are just observing me,
Seventeen and in nursery!
Unwelcome at university.
Judgement day arrives.
And then b...
Sunday 16th May 2010 12:42 am
- 2010 (2)
stella jones on Lungs (Wed, 4 Jan 2012 05:33 pm)