laykorn:
To Everyone Who Read My Poems......

Although it's early June,the burning sun outside is sparing no effort to warm this indifferent heart inside of me which is getting poorer and poorer every second.

The moment when you said you had no words after reading some dull poems of mine,for they read like
a beautiful prayer from nature to you, you made my day and now I feel inspired a bit.

Perhaps I should keep on scribbling and wish that what seems to be useless weeds in my humble eyes might turn into green oases for some travellers on hot and dry deserts



Timpaker, I didn't know the sun burn in June, and its been raining cats and dogs where I stay

laykorn:
Mirror mirror, on the wall,
Can't I be the fairest, of them all?

Do the fairest, ask the same as me?
Is what you mirror, what they see?

Mirror, mirror, on wall,
Of same old sights, you must be bored:

The dissatisfaction,
over reactions,
the scrutinisation,
and complication,

the sighing, the crying,
the self esteems dying,
the pullings and placings,
tuckings and tracings.

Mirrors, mirrors on the wall,
reflecting down an endless hall,
This fairytale has become stale,
the happy ending's off this trail.

Why can't I just accept your gift?
This endless passage, down I trail.

******

And Ishilove locked that thread......
And Ishilove sent me to bed...........

******

Gooonight

laykorn:
Mirror mirror, on the wall,
Can't I be the fairest, of them all?

Do the fairest, ask the same as me?
Is what you mirror, what they see?

Mirror, mirror, on wall,
Of same old sights, you must be bored:

The dissatisfaction,
over reactions,
the scrutinisation,
and complication,

the sighing, the crying,
the self esteems dying,
the pullings and placings,
tuckings and tracings.

Mirrors, mirrors on the wall,
reflecting down an endless hall,
This fairytale has become stale,
the happy ending's off this trail.

Why can't I just accept your gift?
This endless passage, down I trail.

******

And Ishilove locked that thread......
And Ishilove sent me to bed...........

******

Gooonight

timpaker:


It's funny cuz I just penned down something about mirror this night. Will share it tomorrow.


Nice poem! Your piece make enough sense. Walahi.

laykorn:


This is pretty awesome; this is the second or third time that would be happening. I post something, and at that moment, you just finished a piece on the same topic.

I anticipate, sir.

timpaker:


First is an accident
Second is a coincidence
The third should be what?

AllNaijaBlogger:



Great minds think alike.

laykorn:
So, someone said timpaker and texanomaly both were born in June.
And basille too.

That all great poets were born in June.
Or soon.

Maybe the fact that I was born in June,
Will make me write good poetry,
Someday too.

laykorn:


ANB, I saw you challenge Jò to a word duel; I'm in for the duel. We'll make it a picture-inspired duel. Someone anchors, and he awards scores if we wish to be score.

AllNaijaBlogger:



It's predestination. I was born in june too!

AllNaijaBlogger:



Ohhh! It's about to go down!!!!

AllNaijaBlogger:


Ohhh! It's about to go down!!!!

llaykorn:


AllNaijaBlogger, are we still doing this?

timpaker:
Welcome back bro.

And no more [b]e-suicide[ [/b]

llaykorn:


Ah, sir, it hits me as transverse waves do; sometimes I get the crests, and sometimes the troughs. If another crest plunks with enough amplitude, the possibility of the emboldened can never be overruled.