Hard shadows of memories
Dreams are nothing but drugged reality
Stormy eyes watch in disbelief
Foul words are stuck on repeat
Figures words boom vicariously
Coopery tastes of blood as someone yells, "Wake the fuck up"
Society told me, "Abstract reality is better"
My therapist told me, "Something is loose in my head"
Stuck up assholes think only of themselves
Who think, "Our luck was lost when you were born"
She climbed down the rabbit hole for safety
Why is it that you cry?
Your voice will be heard
Words that pelt the amassed crowds with emotions
Es-tu en dormi?
Photos speak of hard times
Owls are wisdom,
Pencils are the escape of anger and pain
Dark shadows of angry figures as blood spills
Masks paint the growing anxiety with plaster
It is our time to rise,
Rise up don't compromise
The strife is only until you open the door
To a new beginning where you have less to worry for
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A Simple Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I have written. Some a few years old some mere months old. I hope that whatever these poems bring makes you think about things a little differently. Or maybe they are just fun reads. Whatever the case may be I hope you enjoy the...
