"berrie" poems
J. M. Berrie
is the greatest
horror playwright
in history
because
he wrote
the truth.
Neverland
is a dream.
And I just woke up
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 11:13 PM UTC
Spending cold winter days indoors,
I boil milk on a stove
to warm my stomachs
my hands clutched tight
around a hot mug
a restless urge to wander
and I find myself in the
snow covered garden
where I eat berrie,s recklessly
with little care as if
they are poisonous
self destruction is
inherent in me,
I go of on a whim
sometimes, a wild
wind of despair
I do not want to be
this cold, but there are
no flames hot enough
to thaw out the ice
that runs like
a spike through
my heart
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC