Poet In The Jar Diaries: Middle Of The Storm

Friday, September 24

Middle Of The Storm

Three minutes away from the storm
I close my eyes and wait for the calm
That maybe the heavy winds
Would suddenly cease
Three minutes away from the brink

My heart racing again
And a million mushrooms
Are sung to my ears
And I laugh, I laugh,
I laugh to myself
Three minutes away
From the brink
From everything

Starting with the ladybug
With the baby carrier
On old-fashioned wheels
With the ominous clouds
With that ominous feel
Three minutes away
From the storm

I laugh, I laugh
I laugh to myself
Three minutes away
From the brink
From everything
And a million mushrooms
Are sung to my ears
I laugh to myself

Laughing in the middle of the storm

3 comments:

RoccariSeptember 24, 2010 at 11:42 AM
this is... odd.

"Three minutes away from the storm
I close my eyes and wait for the calm
That maybe the heavy winds
Would suddenly cease
Three minutes away from the brink"

I like this part and it´s actually the only part I understand... mushrooms? xD
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Poet In The JarSeptember 24, 2010 at 5:07 PM
I was listening to a mushroom song and felt like writing something weird xD
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RoccariSeptember 25, 2010 at 5:35 PM
alright then...
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