Hopping fences in my sleep. Malicious intent that I wish to repent but I won't allow this attempt get me down, this time. No. This time is different. Different in the way that you would not suspect. It's change in a way with resounding effect that I tend to dissect, but only with a grain of salt. I clatter to the floor, still awake. I feel the urge to run but my body doesn't let me. My muscles no longer want to support what my mind couldn't.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
i think of you as physical cravings derived from my love of the earth. you lack selfishness and you appear familiar yet unexpected. you're mysterious to my past yet feeble and soft to my present. what will be your physical form?
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
It was warm today so I thought of you. Where are you? I've been waiting months and months but you still won't come. They're taking you away slowly but surely. We're taking you away.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
He was simply searching for eyes, for what is he without? He's scared to show his art.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
The village burned with a hatred of another, minds regarded as numbers. As the smoke died down not a sound was heard among the charred. Minds wasted for profit. Minds wasted for gain.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
You left too early to grant me personal wisdom, but left enough of a trail to guide my thoughts. These words are written with you in mind, your eyes seeming to know these words before I write them myself. Your birds and your nature are held behind my eye sockets with the undertones of drugs and fear. King of Lizards.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
I tried to be your inspiration.
I left.
You left.
And so did your poetry.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
I don't see through these frames like I used to. The blindness portrayed by none other than myself. Accidental smudges. ***** frames.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC