Dark Poetry #5 |
Maturity |
arofriend New Member
since 2012-06-07
Posts 9 |
I ran my finger over the chipped wall and a few flecks fell down through my hair thinking about the sight of my wandering life as it's been so far scars and tears running through me subterranean rivers nobody ever knew about because I thought everybody would hate me for them ignore whatever it is that I really am couldn't become because I broke it so early on believe the world could lose its innocence at dawn a new day would come and I'd become someone else blossom like a new butterfly wings gesticulating across minds fluttering thoughts and aspirations out in the open and naked finally an adult and responsible like one. imprisoned by obligation. ghosts that spasm every now and then. that terrify with their vividness. bring me to my feet. maturity. |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
This is really good, the set up you have for your poems is really quite interesting and adds a new level to them. Your writing is unique and different, and I love it. |
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