Silent Graffiti
One or two
Numbers don't tell stories
A or B
Alphabets don't make up stories
Who does ?
It's the fucking author
Where's that bottle of ink ?
Let me pour it all into a bowl
Full of alphabet cereal
And I'll take it
As my fucking breakfast
I won't write nomore
Instead, whisper silent prayers
To embrace me in my fucking sleep
When morning comes
Using water from last night rain
Rested on leaves of an ivy plant
As transparent ink
Pissing at the fucking world
I write silent graffiti
On the neighbor's wall

A, B, C
let me help you collect the alphabets, and replace the invisible ink.
X, Y, and Z
hey... your writting again!
don't go away,
this is your world
Posted by: Sonia | January 23, 2006 03:13 AM