HePo
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Mitchell
Poems
Aug 2018
When I'm Happier
Sunday and
The dogs are at
Mothers
Cedar floors are silent
Serenity churns with isolation
As a thin fingered fog
Toys with my
Eggshell colored
Window curtain
A brain is a burden
And a gift
Mines neither
Mines a tool
A tool for an elusive being
Let's call her: Angel
Demon
God's right hand
Gabriel's spear
Mose's sandals
The Devil Wears Nothing
Consciously and not,
I go in waves of
Liking myself, my brain
For I tend to hold malevolence
Towards something
I cannot control fully
Take, for example, these keys
This screen
These rules
Our hierarchy of narrative
Plot, character, dialogue, and tension.
Catharsis.
Have you ever seen a water spout?
I have.
It's kind of like that.
Some days,
I feel the holy unbridled, transference
Of The God's goodwill
Others,
Simply silence.
I've yet to decide
When
I'm
Happier
Written by
Mitchell
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
142
Fawn
and
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems