Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
i've been growing kind of bored with words
you know?
they all just start to muuuussshhhtogetherandthenyou kind of forget what you were even talking about

as the thoughts that were once words
turn to wax
and merely resemble what they used to be
but if you hold a flame to them,
they won't burn
they'll melt
and drip down my spine
until they chill
and harden
and i become paralyzed
by them in a different way
than what i'm used to
Arlo Disarray
Written by
Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
(In your imagination)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems