Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Spilled Milk

Sad eyes cast down
on a future
turned sour
like milk on the counter
splashed and left
relentlessly
waiting for someone
else to pick up the pieces
or clean the spill
whichever comes first

5 comments:

ManCee said...

While you are still
Life just goes on
That soured milk
May yet be yoghurt.

Sad eye you say
I say the 'Edison' way
One more mistake-
Another lesson learnt today.

-ManCee

singkittyle000 said...

I love this too!! Here's another one of my poems...sorry I haven't commented in a while and I haven't been on in yours in a while either:

You don't matter anymore.
'Cause you don't matter, yo.
That's a song. You were supposed to sing it.
Did you sing it?
No?
Why not?
You didn't know?
I thought you knew everything.
How dare you say I'm annoying!
Ha!
I really think it's funny.
You dare say all you wanna say 'bout me.
I'm not listening!!
La la la la LA LA!

--10/4/10
--a little random. but it totally makes sense to me.

Poetry in the Global Box said...

Random, but extremely relate"able". Awesome. Thanks!

hindi sms said...

thanks for publish this poetry.
i really enjoy it.

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