to live in the midst of crises
abound
i've found it unsettling
and decide to hide underground
eventually i will return, and you
will see
but until then i write and write and write
where no one else can see
to be released upon parchment
is an explosion most triumphant
the poet's heart splattered
-- SPLAT! --
onto the page via a
collection of ideas and conventions
all coalescing into one's mind,
wrapping around the truth laid out
with the experiences encountered beforehand
these fingers are insanely but unfortunately deft
these eyes are always but wearily open
these ears are forever but ache hearing
these hands are hungry but longing in their feeling
these tastebuds taste something foul in the air
i bleed through these words,
my veins bisected and bifurcated
until i create a masterpiece worthy of
king hades himself
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
