The world is indeed flat.
When we fell
from the star
into the box,
shades of amber colored the walls.
People were like sheep,
following the flock.
In their stupid
uniforms
until they crashed
face first into the side
dazed disoriented dizzy.
We followed them and
the box
became smaller.
We started walking
like them,
talking
like them.
And our prattle
echoed
and
hopped,
bleating
from corner to corner.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
I am the fruits that grow from my seeds
I am the sand when it brushes my feet.
I am the map of cities and towns
Scars and bruises under my crown
A cosmic mermaid and stars are my shells
I am a stranger in heaven and hell
The rhapsody of chaos as it’s sung by the wind
I am euphoria that blooms in the spring
I am the pavement after the rain
A hopeless wanderer traveling by train
The crack on the sidewalk that darkens my path
I am my enemy my sword is my wrath
I am no skyscraper, I am no sham
All that I’m saying is I simply AM.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC