samantha-mayberry - Hello Poetry

samantha-mayberry

What do I put here? Cold, useless facts? I'm 26, I've lived here, I've lived there... what does it matter? I am who I am, a serious mess, but I try. I have no clue other than that.

life speak left human endless feel empty eyes inside moment longer time moments wishing brain cold hate return remove space stage language leaves head lies long waste listen grief hold will unruly mind exist strange speech light thought recount eloquent stores forget reservoir essence random intuition embers mile disperse shake adamantly hell find happiness blow member giant slow rapidly knowledge fit call thinking flash young unanswered crater dance vital walks retold tow grow image norm instantly meant waltz halt fate demands plaster continues humans fan burden half millenia walk screaming vast clouds tapering coursed mastery turns ceaseless morning sanity ashes notches small passionate meaninglessness unsatisfied secrete questions globe hard reduce occasionally connections touch splotches homo bare mindlessness desperate lingers wait air fear brings confusing mood pictures rings overgrown barley emerged blur splatters burned told knowing core ripped noise power missing confusion weeds mounts bumps skillfully decipher precious wanted ceiling change