Her hair burns
in brazen embers
along side her hazel eyes.
A brilliant afterglow trails her ,
coating the fields
in a blazing
auburn .
If only she knew
of her effortless
magnificence ,
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 1:46 AM UTC
I've cut open my eyes
And to my surprise,
I found an old carousel projector
With millions of upsidedown pictures inside.
The machine starts to whir,
And my life flashes by,
Every memory frame by frame,
On these convenient little slides
Every laugh, and every smile
Every absence of joy,
Those slides seem to last longer on this carousel of poise.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
The world forces us to grow up
through agony and Pain.
Is happiness even worth it,
when you can lose it all again?
We try to cheer ourselves up,
though we know it's in vain.
We can never stay happy,
theres no escaping Pain.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Though my absence may make it seem
like I have disappeared,
the poems that I've left behind
make sure that I'm still here
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC
When I die
I want to be cremated
and have my ashes mixed with paint
just so someone can s
p
r
e
a
d me
across a canvas.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 2:47 AM UTC
Icarus takes flight
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
'Tis not the tender
Paper betwixt mine cheeks, 'tis
Mine hand that greets me
For fragile parchment
Hath been punctured by me, the
Derrière-keeper
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC