(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.
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 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…
I feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry
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?
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…
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,
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…
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 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 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,
Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
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…
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,
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
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…