I am a writer
And I'm proud
I will watch you
Remember how you flicked your fringe
Out of your eyes
How you handled the weapon so briskly
While I danced with it
The form flowing on forever
The seemingly simple joints of my limbs moving
Carving through the room
Like my golden hair
Undulating when submerged
Flat and lifeless when not
Writing is art
In its own right
I notice the things you don't
As if I was still a child
New to this world
I watch how the gilded sunlight
Falls through the hole in my desk
Among the electric cables
And strikes the wall
With a sliver of beauty so fragile
Even the gods
Stop and wonder
Let me show you the world anew
Let it be reborn in your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoetryThis is mainly just for when I feel like writing but not writing one of my novels, but I figured I would upload the poems in case anyone else relates to them, or finds them interesting :) Some are personal, some are set in a fictional world, some ar...
