Strange poem :) "Strange Dancer" C/C?

-Strange Dancer



I hollow my hop

Then step in front

Where the floor swallowed my seat.

It makes no sense

When pink is painted blue,

It confused my feet,

But I move anyways.



Yellow tin tubed wires

Pick and steal my grief,

And then I have to sit

Or I'll laugh until a thief

Steals my joy and watch,

Both worn on my sleeve.



I have crazy hands, I do.

They dangle on wrists

That treat me like gold.

Time and essence of suffering

They do hold.

Something underneath the nails

Tells me I鈥檓 not so old.



My fingers pick and point

At what darkness might see.

It's strange and awkward

But taste real sweet,

Candy sprinkled lights

Still linger with the moon-

So Good Night to you all,

I may see you too soon.





I was feeling very random!random is a chance to play

shwang on swingsets

laugh today

so thank you sir

a gift of scissors and an old pair

of sunglasses

haha I baked oil pastels into there!

tricked you tricked you tricked you

this is not the greatest poem

in the world NO

this is just a tribute

keep french braiding glue guns

licking duracells like

popsicle sticks

it's

ELECTRIC.I liked it. It was so very random. I couldn't really figure out what you were trying to say though.





Good Night Moon!