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stiletto quill Feb 2019
automation passes
through my membranes,
as humiliation escapes
a populous civilization.

parasthesia menstruates
within my arteries,

as sinsitivities i once expressed,
evaporates inside pulsating veins,
generating a fictitious momentum.

breath exits through my membranes,
lips murmur numerous echoes.

universe remains bewildered
by my asinine conversation,
as i persistently linger within
a cocoon absent of beloved visitors.
stiletto quill Feb 2019
i almost felt butterflies
fluttering upon my lips.

flirtatious wings
withered into the atmosphere.

as a fictitious reality
continuously haunted me.
stiletto quill Jan 2019
exercising my mind,
challenging restless muscles.

heart vibrated in rhymes
body couldn’t comprehend.

feet marched distressingly
upon restless pavement.

concrete incinerated
between fatigued toes.

soul and humanity battled
a complexed imprisonment.

Appalachian was a battle ground,
that planted my fortune.

i twisted my cramped fate,
encountered an extraordinarily
individual wandering around
an disfigured realm.

discovering inner strength,
forced oxygen to pursue my stride.

demanding my determined breaths,
to encounter pulsating freedom.
stiletto quill Jan 2019
dizziness tingled awkwardly,
paralyzing sensitive intellect.

distraction converted
concealing misfortune,
into a fictitious hangover.

a walking mannequin
trespassed,
finding her finishing line
celebrating
solidary celebration.

golden ribbon recognized,
personal sacrifices.

flames of bygones,
melted the wax
of her artificial persona.

stripped and naked
of artificial disguises,

she discovered
remaining lifeless,

was the only gateway,
within her personal orbit.

she held onto artifacts,
that depleted her artistry.

yet she stood
steadity and imperfectly,
in a spell that would forever
consume her sanity.
Inspired by the quote on my page.

Thank you for reading.

Much love to all the poets and poetess.

— The End —