(2013)
This poem wasn't written to make sense. It's solely a poem written by description, alliteration and clever wording. You aren't supposed to understand this piece of writing, just allow yourself to be confused, it taints the edge. Enjoy.
I have a bit of writer’s block, My mind is clogged with cinder roc… These mediocre happenings have put… So brave to say, I gave away,
My mind is reeling towards uncanny… I cannot stop my thoughts from tak… I cannot feel as you all feel, fla… I am not afraid of the unknown as… I would rather wander into the dar…
What does it feel like to burn you… Does it feel good, euphoric? As o… Does the tender sensitivity awaken… Or does it merely elude the solid… What do YOU feel like?
I’m simply sweet; serene, I’ll have your heart in my palms o… And the next appear as a dream, I cannot travel, my dearest love, I rest as embers burning temperate…
Is it human to want to die? I don’t even know if I can write… I’m just so curious to know, Is it something we all understand, Or is it merely a concept no one k…
I have found beauty in all things, Well, maybe not all… but many, I have found it in love, In friendship, In pleasure,
I see a perplexing array of colour… Most prodominantly reds and yellow… They form a shape, not just any yo… The shape of happiness, The shape of the free.
Never have the pangs of desolation… The world is as beautiful as an ic… Cutting through the glass walls li… In this light, the shadows seem al… or dim coves,
Patiently stumbling over strewn br… Mildew covered moss Shouting into the void of blacknes… Begging the wood for answers Her mind could not find elsewhere
Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
In your dark sunset eyes The highs and the lows of the midn… Take me away Drag me far into the night Swallow me whole
I know what it’s like to love you Because I feel it in my bones, The air smells cleaner - purer, And the birds sing in higher tones… My heart skips beats when you’re a…
You are a rock, Maybe you never understood this bu… The meaning behind every move not… But felt Feelings are so submissive
Lost... It’s not where I am or who, Per se But something more Like my skin has sulked calmly fro…
The wrinkled red of rose petals is… The blackened edges against burnin… The clichéd prosthetics are searin… And I am a pale, seething body of… I have forgotten distaste, more so…