The fraying unfinished ribbons of our life line
Try desperately to connect
To tie
To choke
To squeeze the love out of each other
Scarring, marking, claiming the right place with the wrong squeeze
We try to decorate this sphere
With the glistening satin of our ribbons
Embracing the piercing glare of shimmering light
Circling, twisting, spinning around the linkage of ribbons before
In the fabric of now.
Reaching
Inside the
Great
Height of depth
To satiate the
Need for
Our voiceless
Words.
RIGHT NOW.
-J. McAwesome
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The poetry of my squishy grey matter
PoetryThis is some of the poems that I've written about the different characters of my mental life, whether it is my ancestors, or just a random persona that embodies someone that I have yet to meet. My poems tend to relate to "the disadvantaged" with a t...
