"imatation" poems
The edge is what the words meant to our juvenile minds
You came like a milkman of crazy like I paid you a subscription
Because the married voice of our desperation may be rocka fella
Don't mean we are gucci chanel postes of imatation handbags
But I sit at the end of a dinner plate admiring your constant behavior
And wondering how a high school misfit still views a. Past excuse as a comment for hate
Might be strong and smile but worried actions equal a cold shiver
A snuggie is the present warmth left by infomercials
I won't say ur the crest of a ohs blue...
But I still appreciate a *********** like you....
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
After all, before I viewed a "play"
It was all just an "imatation"
I thought...
The "imatation" was myself
I put on an act to push myself to death to please my parents without my own objective.
I thought life was something already decided for me.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
Sometimes at night I feel like I'm drowning.
The darkness that seeps into my body
Is comforting but cold
And it wraps around my lungs
In a empty imatation of a blanket
That makes getting out of bed in the mornings that much harder.
The inky black of the night holds my lungs captive
In a smoky cage as it urges me forward
And makes existing in the land of the living painful.
It becomes normal, the writhing mass of midnight
But the minute I relax into its hold
It squeezed the breath from my lungs
And the cycle starts again.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC