(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 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 the cold against my skin, My mind is whirling yet again, A thought, one simple and so pure, Leads my mind only more to lure, I am not afraid. I tell myself,
I have found beauty in all things, Well, maybe not all… but many, I have found it in love, In friendship, In pleasure,
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…
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,
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 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,
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…
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,
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 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…
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 feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry