Everybody seems strange
When you ain't quite at home
Everything seems to change
When you're lost out all alone
Nothing is what it seems
While you are away from home
Nothing is real, just all dreams
While away, lost all alone
When are you coming back home
When are you leaving this world
There's a call for you on the phone
And all it's saying is the same words
Won't you come back home
Anything is everything if nothing
Where you don't feel like home
Anyplace will be lost to the fringe
Where you're out all alone
When are you going back home
When are you leaving this place
There's a call for you on the phone
And all you see is the same face
Won't you please go back home
6 comments:
I love your poetry. Free style. But its genuine talent! Keep rolling!
Couldn't agree more. Keep 'em coming.
In fact, your poetry are the only ones that make sense to me -- deals with things on existential level ")
Very nice....
Nice, man. Are you familiar with the William Burrough's cutup method of poetry? Some of my fellow bloggers have used this method to achieve interesting results. Maybe you'd like to check their poems out?
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I think it's awesome, I just like to play around with some chords over your poems. So I agree. Poems awaaaay... ;)
wow... i don't even remember when was the last time i read something so good! I have no words
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