Does anyone else in the world feel it as deeply as meIn my heart, in my soul, there’s times when it’s all I seeI ask just one request, and I think I’m well deservedOverqualified, it’s in my eyes, yet I still have so much to learn. Paint myself a pretty face and wrap myself with
They meet at the secret garden A luscious lawn of vibrant green Fluffy clouds embellish the sky Hazy feelings, like a dream. Voluptuous and curvaceous She floats to him so gracious There he stands like a soldier Muscles sturdy like a boulder Alluring auras Drawn to each other L e s s e n i
Guilt is an angry entity Who hovers over me Like a shadow, dark in the light Disguising itself as the light Holding me to standards so high A measurement that shoots up through the sky Brainwashing me and distorting perception Swinging me around to another direction Crushing my confidence, draining my power Disintegrating my solidity
Here and there I find myself wondering exactly how twisted the tree branches coil or just how fathomless the roots travel through the depths of the slovenly soil.
***WARNING: GORY HALLOWEEN POEM*** The detective enters the room and instantly senses an aura of gloom. Splashes of crimson red across the room, it’s spread all over the walls and floor. He searches closer for more. There is no body here, yet the evidence is clear. In the center of the room: a chair He
There’s a thin line between love and hate between purpose and mistake between randomness and fate. There’s a thin line between fear and desire between lower and higher between water and fire. Like a balance beam, I walk the line seeing the similarity of both sides. Blurred it becomes and I must admit that this
What is laughter? But a nervous reaction To uncomfortable feelings Lit with passion Listen closely To the outbreak of madness For, laughter indeed Is an expression of sadness What is a smile? But an awkward tug At sweeping unpleasantness Under the rug Look a little closer At the lips so black and blue For, smiles
Some things cannot be put in words So strong that it physically hurts You keep on making it worse With your burns, burns The energy The voice I need, the choice I see The energy No friend to me, stuck in between The energy Do you ever let it consume you? Nah… Would you ever
The world paints their faces as happy clowns you proudly flaunt your smoldering frown chip on your shoulder and heart on your sleeve resentful and skeptical of everything you see steam out the ears when you’re getting so hot and if it’s your passion then you give it all you got but if it’s safe
The sullen one walks on a rainy day with gloomy eyes and a sluggish sway. No need for umbrella, does not mind getting wet far too occupied with a misanthropic mindset.