For the person
We yearn to understand
Even a slight change in expression
And every other details
But it's that vibe
Where we truly reside
That drives us
To portray you
Poetry** is the ADHD of literature
just my imagination
i'm looking at
the full aspect
i used to think that
the man in the moon
was God looking
down on us
but now He has
HIDDEN HIS FACE
I'm not kidding!
What happened to the MOON???
There used to be a face in it
but now it looks different!
Go look at it! Has our earth shifted so that now we see a new aspect?
Or do I just need GLASSES?
It is done for the green because of the green that flows in my veins
It is for the one who is fifteen and chose my love to abstain
It is done for the love affair and the feeling of the power trip
It is done for my inability to care and my constant need to sip
It is done because god talked to me and I am the chosen one
It is done because I am nobody and am considered equal to none
It is done because my plans are already ****** and rather vindictive
It is done not by me but by a ****** twisted yet slick miss-give
It is done because its a rare rush for me to eradicate a billion
It is done for it is his pathetic life I want to obliterate to oblivion
It is a mixture of anger and pleasure pushing something into limbo
To end every beginning including this rhyme destruction
Destruction; an aspect of death
these poems are involve in the story of my in-progress novel "REM"
I fear the dimensions of the vast eternity
I fear the people and their eternal vanity
I fear grey skies and mothers that gloom
I fear happiness and its inevitable doom
I fear the big blue and how things turn red
I fear the living more than I fear the dead
I fear the shapes that are made by clouds
I fear that the screams get too loud
I fear leaves and how they turn brown
I fear the prince when he first puts on his crown
I fear the fear and how the fear feeds on more fear
I fear the fear and how am I no longer ...
Fear, an aspect of death
More aspects will follow
Bounders drawing lines,
Last days lowered like a boom—
Chalk of rising moon.
— The End —