1d
I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars
Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release
Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep
Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret
I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut
Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars
Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release
Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep
Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret
I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut
Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright
from march 12 2018
poem from the past a day #3
immediately, i started 2018 by essentially finding my voice as a poet.
it's not very emotionally meaningful, but as far as the feeling of the rhythm, this about sums up my writing for the next few years.
it's like.. got my essence. essence of me.
poem from the past a day #3
immediately, i started 2018 by essentially finding my voice as a poet.
it's not very emotionally meaningful, but as far as the feeling of the rhythm, this about sums up my writing for the next few years.
it's like.. got my essence. essence of me.
