I pick my pen when
I am in pain, I try to write
but it could not be watertight
It could not be universalized
It could not be mystified
How shall I romanticize
things mixed and jumbled up
Cross connections,
fires and stations
police with price
students with pride
teachers prudent
affections pro
passions not so pure
dirt can be seen with light
And heads replaced by toes
Up and down things bounce this way
mirror says i have eyes versatile
but all i see is surrealist manifestos
floating through veins nearby
It can not be superfluous
It controls our brain
Our gates generate
Nightmare so angelic
We crush and destroy
With every step that takes us high.

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Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

Very passionate. It sounds like you are a good poet.

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