"vermore" poems
To trust any words heard
Or spill any voice spoken
To raise whilst contempted
Razed truth asunder
Under bequeathed breathless wonder
Slandering o'er verisimilitude
Tumultuously timid wounds
Seems a deathly mistake
One shall not afford to make
More than once to thy grave
Each fault lies contemption
O'er silver seas sown distention
Nearer to thine own heart
Evermore beats in desolation
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
What is reality?
I am a flower;
a beautiful, white-lipped daisy
Just unfurled into the world.
No rips, no tears. Not yet.
People stroke my velvety petals carefully and cautiously,
Careful not to break me.
Don't break me.
CRUSH ME.
I will just reform into a
****** white velvet mess in the dirt of stars.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
From a cold breeze blows
Unforgiving of the little flower
Catching hold strangling the life
Keeping abreeze
Evermore alone
Drifting seamlessly endlessly
Understanding the flower will never be again enrooted
Pieces slowly fall and the cold breeze blows it all away
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC