Friday, January 28, 2005

Where's my Throne?

You had a heart of stone
You left the castle and broke my bone
You presented me a throne, on a pillow of chiffon
You were ignorant of you, being my clone

My desperate moan.
My weeping tone,
Couldn't reach your phone
You left me alone, in my own private zone

Butterflies grown,
Master of my head was gone
I'm glad I'm back after all,
To my good old home

Peace of mind is hard to find
When the perfect bind makes me grind
Scream and jolt aren’t my code
I go back and lie behind my cold, selfish scapegoat

Feeling sound and secure
From my tickling stomach pedicure
Starts each day on my 3 o'clock ride home
Enjoy a moments flame, and then go our separate ways

Copyright© Flamingoliya

"In the glass I saw a strange reflection"

15 comments:

Hopeless Poet said...

oh i can see that u r a fellow poet :p
well i like the way u made it rhyme.. it felt like a linkin park song.
keep writing :D

Flamingoliya said...

thank you, fellow poet ;)
i'm glad that someone finally appreciated my humble poetry. you can check my old posts for more :)

Tattas said...

That was nice , I like it ..:)

W. said...

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Why so sad :(

Flamingoliya said...

Thank you Tattas. I'm glad you liked it :)

W.,
Sigh :/

minime said...

???

minime said...

flamingo dear don't feel alone
mino hal thoar elee khallach te moan
3a6eeni 3enwanah & i'll break his bone
so that tg3adeen back on your classy throne :-)

Golly, my first lines ever..:-P

Flamingoliya said...

not bad brachy! but you stole my rhymes.
don't immitate, innovate :p

minime said...

do what???
are you kidding?????

I have to pinch myself buddy :-P

ebroo7ee mo m9adeg min wayn 6ala3aw hal kalmetane,.. lolo I am not sure if it was me talking, may be some shaba7..:-P
ba3ad you want me to innovate?

Flamingoliya said...

yeah why not, give it a try.
brachy brachy abu el tarachy
tarachy tarachy rides apache
apache flies high up in the ski
fry, die, so glad you're a brachy, not a fly

o salamatkom

minime said...

:-P... na3tather li ma7doodiyat imkaniyatna bil she3er :-P.. shasawi?
wo ba3adbI was never fond of it, though there are some old stuff that I love but ma a3ref nu9ah.

never was able to quite grasp it or extra enjoy it :-P

Flamingoliya said...

"never was able to quite grasp it or extra enjoy it"
that's what poetry is all about. i wish this comment was related to my poem. cuz that would make me a real poet.

minime said...

hiyee,
I don't know flames.
If there ever is a compliment I could give, I wouldn't refrain.
But I was refering to my limited taste & ability to enjoy poem :-(
This is strange considering the fact tham my mom was a full blooded poet & so is my sister. First class work.
But me is hopless :-P
this is all I know:-
If you're happy & you know it clap your hands
If you're happy & you know it touch your nose
if you're happy & you know it
and you really want to show it
if you're happy & you know it clap your hands. :-P

Bubbles said...

Oh. My. Gosh. That was beautiful. You should really publish a book or something. Inspired, really.

Flamingoliya said...

Bubbles,
I am flattered!!! thank you so much I'm glad you liked it. and welcome to my blog :D