THE WORLD I WOULDN’T WANT TO LIVE IN! (Newest Poem. January 16th, 2014)
My specific temperature is hotter. I’ve already accepted our power.
So why be afraid when mild turns milder? The simplicity of our complex nature is a color;
Its spectrum is rooted in no specific number. That is why when you ask to specify a number,
My statement will be, “it doesn’t really matter…”
You’ve already acknowledge that and in power. See how your mind and its mindset changed with the hour;
Bitter sweet truth, you have turned cold and hot and very sour.
There were no throe in any of the words and verses and stanzas uttered.
We have aborted the reality of the thing that happened: sperms and eggs and a cursor!
Dear, what kind of drugs are you made of that make us turn into the others?
Addicting matters… I love you dear Lover.
We no longer say hi, just goodbyes… We are supposed to be mothers;
We are supposed to be brothers and sisters and fathers! We do not have to go with the times and be thrawn forever!
The simplicity of our complex nature is a color; Its spectrum is rooted in no specific number.
© Christian Koumtog
throe – violent agony
thrawn – twisted, misshapen