A battle cry screams
Inside my mind,
Whispering when it comes down to my mouth
Falls out into the world from between my lips.
It slides through my fingers
When I type,
Drips from my ink pen
When I write
But my voice box is broken,
Murmuring the words that are meant to be shouted
Each syllable tapping out of my tongue like a snare drum,
Rattling and sizzling and brewing
Bursting out of my mouth like a faucet for words
Turned up all the way.
That is who I should be
But me...
I am a quiet riot
A house with soundproof walls containing a heavy metal band on full blast,
Waves of music echoing but never going past
The glass on the windows and the wooden walls
My battle cry ends up
Leaving my mouth dry
And running out of my eyes
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
