Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out

Imagine a world,
Where being different is alright,
Where lovers never cheat,
and cheaters never win,
Where animals have voices
and people speak for the trees
a world with storm sees,
dark clouds,
and monsters of mentality that torment children’s dreams.

Imagine a world,
Where people speak in prose,
And do not have to conform to the chains of language that binds us.
Where people speak their mind,
Without fear of being called “weird”
What a beautiful world that is.

Take my last breath under the rising sea that is a bathtub
And let me visit a world
Where I am no longer abnormal

Set your alarm
So you don’t get up late
Make the most of your days
Cause time don’t wait

Embarrassing to admit
This time of year
Your cold memories
Control my gift...
Iced over thoughts
Of all I have lost
Along slippery ways
Back in your
Coldest day's...
February you are my curse's
Each time around
Seem's to get a little bit worse
Somewhere between
Christmas and spring
I tend to write
Really dark themes
February?
Of all the months
In a single year
How did you trap
My weary heart here?

.
I have one hand on the handle of the mad sane door,
the other is scraping shards on the missing floor,
my mind dissolves away into a hurricane squall,
and my face is the mirror on a stark naked wall.

My life is a fluid flowing through images weird,
dripping through the cracks, tactile and veneered,
pouring dark thoughts into a head once cleared,
the door whispers promises of nothing to be feared.



© Pagan Paul (14/12/17)

If I offered it all
Upon the alter
There’d only
Be ashes left
So I hold tightly to
This fading light
With every
Gasping breath

I dreamt the dreams
And touched the touch
I’ve Stumbled through
The darkness
Of love’s tainted trust
And here upon
My own two feet
Beginning again
Who shall I meet?
Optimism
Keep's me alive!