A disingenuous smile
It hides witin it
A darkness
A swirl
I cannot decipher
What are you? What created you?
Alive in front of us
But dead inside
You are non-human, the un-feeling
Colder tha ice, Un-lively like a corpse
A walking living corpse
Pretending to care
Preteding to feel
YOU ARE READING
From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
