The spray from the peels was acrid, and stung our eyes
But the juice of the orange turned to pulp and dried
The texture and coloring were quite firm and bright
Funny how we rely on, just feelings and sight
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/2
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Poetry Picnic Week 26: Seven Deadly Sins
The cost of feeling this way is too much
I would have never invested knowing thus
My eyes have cried dry
I feel like I died
With my two legs gone and having one crutch
© 2011 Michael Yost
The feelings are real but are only my feelings
Just as most of my thoughts are just as fleeting
Only do they matter if they become some actions
And then to only mean something to some factions
Trying to sort out what really matters to me
But feelings and thoughts sometimes get the better of me
Most of the time they lead to no actions
End up just being some sort of distractions
To some I know this makes perfect sense
And to others becoming much too intense
And yet to some others really weird
Find that talking to me is something to be feared
So finding out what really matters to me
May be something I’ll never really see
So if you see me walking around in a daze
It’s just me feeling and thinking of a phrase
© 2011 Michael Yost
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