(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 found beauty in all things, Well, maybe not all… but many, I have found it in love, In friendship, In pleasure,
I close my eyes and imagine a worl… Everything in it’s likeliness is b… We are all free and there is no ne… We are careless yet gentle; subtle… Devoted but we will not be possess…
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…
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,
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…
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?
Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
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…
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…
It’s a strange world, the one we l… Or maybe it’s the people... You see, we try to not live in the… Overlooking the fact that it’s the… But which moment can we determine…
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.
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…
I can’t seem to wrap my head aroun… The proprieties of man have become… To lay down our arms and lessen th… Prepared to be struck down by the… Cold heat burns skin of the poor m…
I feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry
If I to follow as a deer in the m… You would be but my caravan of bet… I witnessed the cruel ingenuity of… I seem to feel less pain that way,… You do not feel, as I do, fled wi…