PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am like the emotion in the potion,

as you see the roses bloom,

I am like that tingle in your soul,

making your body begin to slowly move,

the breeze that dances in your skin,

due to a slow melody tune,

and also the oval drops that play with your tongue,

mind is out of control,

specially at the moment since everything is unknown,

use words to create tales,

or simply mark up more to my life’s time line,

yet today everything is as a shadow,

there yet without figured,

for my inspiration tries to grasp to the concept of hope,

belief can be a side order,

yet the time rewinds itself

to the past and depression like 1920s,

seems I want to move on,

as if I took an energy drink,

super fast like lighting I can adapt,

smile and make people laugh,

begin to think of how I can built a righteous path,

then in hrs the effects fade away like the sun,

ending up in darkness,

so the potion no longer has emotion,

and the rose begins to crumble

after reaching for seconds its peak,

the soul has no tingle so it simply just stands still,

confusion in mind, heart, and belief,

just need some time

to once again grasp with all the concepts

I use to believe

-che