Back to poetrySome of my poems reflect strange ramblings in my head that may or may not make sense to other people. I don't know why I like this one. Unlike most of my poetry, I actually think this one is pretty good. I like the way it flows, and has the potential to mean a lot of different things, depending on who reads it.
Untitled (got title ideas? Let me know, this piece could use one)
Who are you?
Why are you?
Is it because of your motivation?
Is it something more specific?
Did the moon tell you something?
Did she say, "Go to Japan or go to hell, I don't care which..."?
She's like that.
Are you in love?
Are you in hate?
Do you write verses?
Did the sun tell you something?
Did he say "What did that moon bitch tell you? She knows she can't live without me..."?
Did you respond?
Who do you love?
What happened between the sun and moon while you were on vacation?
We all need a vacation, I think...