deny, deny

Pluto,

 

DENY -

Or not.

Your riddles I decipher.

Your black and white

drop hints -

mingling, binding,

revealing truths.

-

Romanticize angst -

(loving things beautiful)

Speak as if broken -

(you’re quite intact)

Claim disillusion -

(questioning everything)

Crisis of personality -

(know yourself well)

One who cares not -

(apathetic of nothing)

Enamored with “hate” -

(believing it’s love’s mirror)

Not caring at all -

(Inspiring introspection)

-

Dropping beautiful words

as heavy clouds drop rain.

(((Always blaming Mary Jane)))

-

Hide and seek?

You’ve lost this time.

For I can read

- – - between - – -

your lines.

Deny

…deny

……deny

………away….

 

-Lily

(http://lyricsoflily.tumblr.com/)

a poem for pluto. (a)

Pluto,

My little
dwarf planet.
Your moons
are inadequate.
They do not see
Athens,
Pumpa Punku,
Bristol.
They have not
been touched
by the soles
of man.
So send
her a kiss-
our Earth’s
moon friend,
and marvel
at her heavenly
body.
She may be yours
someday.
She may
want you
too.

-Haylee
(www.eelyah.tumblr.com)