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i tried to wash my hands under this infected tap she is completely empty i dream often about pool, grandmother, extending my hands into nothingness i will scatter the ashes of a spoiled we over the city that is already full of senseless lungs, poured glasses and running eyes i see your set of eyes you possess a to me bloodshot wisdom i am floor-bound i will whirl in an ongoing we i make an incision around my hairline a perfect cyclus an aureole take off my skull softly a hat where i evaporate see an upward heaviness lying here long lines a violation i see black regret like poison me as a think-rider jump over another fence become as a talk-shaman to dissect myself fits me better than to say i am cutting myself it is more like a construction of soft fingertips that slide and slip into holes and explore embrace self-respecting arms there are piles of material in this house my intuition a healing functionality i follow a method my skull a hat a backpack a shield with which i depart believe myself to be complete a true vision my cracked one, my beautiful one never finger-pointing i am castle-like, architectural i do not become i am i am i am
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
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i tried to wash my hands under this infected tap she is completely empty i dream often about pool, grandmother, extending my hands into nothingness i will scatter the ashes of a spoiled we over the city that is already full of senseless lungs, poured glasses and running eyes i see your set of eyes you possess a to me bloodshot wisdom i am floor-bound i will whirl in an ongoing we i make an incision around my hairline a perfect cyclus an aureole take off my skull softly a hat where i evaporate see an upward heaviness lying here long lines a violation i see black regret like poison me as a think-rider jump over another fence become as a talk-shaman to dissect myself fits me better than to say i am cutting myself it is more like a construction of soft fingertips that slide and slip into holes and explore embrace self-respecting arms there are piles of material in this house my intuition a healing functionality i follow a method my skull a hat a backpack a shield with which i depart believe myself to be complete a true vision my cracked one, my beautiful one never finger-pointing i am castle-like, architectural i do not become i am i am i am
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
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