Poem (30) - Collision

I just felt like writing words. It was fun.

~Collision~

Savored time
Spent on nine
Twirling rings
Passing springs
Whining went
Silver spent
Casting sighs
Withering flies
Drawl away
Lasting fray
Parched throat
Rhyming dote

Poem (29) - My category

Debated for awhile whether to put this one up. Well. I guess I decided to put it up. ^^; It's fairly different from my normal stuff. Rather... non-rythmic I guess. I guess it's like what my blog name is. Utterance in form. A very loose, uncut form. ^^

~My Category~

I want high heels and parades
I want fashion and bouquets
I want loose shirts and fantasy books
I want a farmers tan and army boots
What class am I? Where do I fit?
If not a girly-girl or Tomboy, then where?
Is there a box that fits me?
No, I'm not from a mold; not ment for a box.
I like what I like and that tops it off
I shouldn't look for a stereo type where I fit
I am me. Exactly who I was made to be.
I am my own category.

Poem (28) - True colors

I wrote this little thing ages ago on a little black notebook in Hawaii. Actually, I think it's one of my first poems. >.> ^^

~True colors~

She's pretty and pink they all think
But inside danger hides
Cute and quaint might be the words
But you never know until it hurts
Eyes that twitter to and fro
Eyes that just might be red with glow