not a spec of candour lives on my skin
forced to abandon the truth
so this serpent can protect me from sin
you can call me a blue jay
nature's most gifted liars
but if there cannon nets catch me
shot in the head by men in army attire
life is a game of Russian roulette
i spin the cylinder
and await what's next
My chances are ungenerous
but I already knew
that's the tragedy
of a 1938 Jew
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
This terminal disease
attacks and bombards
until my brittle mental state is now in shards
Like a virus it spreads
to the depths of my emotions
so the doors of my vulnerability is now open
At stage 4
my surface is decomposing
after all it's efforts I've now become nothing
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 6:45 PM UTC
"i can fly"
she cried with joy
as her wings soared through the sky
but this was a dream
she looked amongst the trees
in awe of the birds who danced through the suns beam
"i can fly"
she cried with joy
as her wings soared through the sky
but this wasn't a dream
she looked down to the trees
making her way to the suns beam
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
our youthful wit
so cerebral
guards our consciousness like a sacred
cathedral
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
i wrote your name in silver
but the ink came out red
yet this made me happy
as his favourite colour was red
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
when my volcano erupts
you will ignite
ashes to ashes
cremated on sighted
when my glacier melts
you will drown
plunge to the depths of my ocean
36,000 feet down
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:06 AM UTC
my night is unlighted
tho painted with a celestial body
in a blanket of colossal lights
your absence i embody
once a perfect jewel
where you beamed with brilliance
night was a paradise in heaven
blinded by your radiance
but your light expanded
until it ruptured like dynamite
night is now a shadowed hell
without you there's no stars in sight
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
our antique soul
so veracious
cages our dreams and hidden secrets
our soul's a relic
our incarnation
holds all memories back to when our mother tongue was Thracian
our soul has hyperthymesia
mind of an elephant
writes our life in lyrics to a string of an instrument
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC