"reinsurance" poems
What makes a Man?
Does he share his dignity with the world?
Let it be known,
that wisdom is to be shown,
when a hero stands on his own,
he fights no battles he fights the wars,
from the desert wasteland to the water that pours,
he shows no hesitation,
but yet there is an instigation.
His eyes fill themselves with fury,
waiting to be ignited,
with red shades to blue,
he has nothing to say but vengeance,
welcome to his mind and it's present,
he has a soul like the waxed crescent,
he fills the void with turbulence,
but ensures his mind like the reinsurance.
He has no weakness, maybe just his bleakness,
his thought hollow, his words too few,
there can't be nothing he can't go through.
He's the star of the Nebula.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
The Moon is another reminder that you made it through the rough. You can't hate her, can you? Time is fake, man-made to control the seconds but it keeps us tracked to when to pray and when to party.
The Moon is another symbol that we made it and it was not our last. Presences of relief, reinsurance that you will be okay for the sun to tell you to get up.
To get up and survive again.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
Sounds like, to me, you want to break up
But want me to do all the breaking
So it looks bad on me
While you low-key happily quietly leave
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC