|Dark Poetry #5|
since 2012-06-07Posts 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
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
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.
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since 2011-01-30Posts 243
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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