my world has monsters
hideous, mutated, terrifying beasts
that crawl and creep on the darkest
corners of your mind
but
people don't understand
my world is so much more colorful
than theirs
it has colors that don't exist
things I can't describe
sphinxes and phoenixes
everything is so much more vivid
if I can imagine it,
it's possible
that may work both ways
and sometimes I bring back the dead
but my world is nice
sometimes
I guess people are just cruel
and kind
for letting me stay in my fantasy
and I guess people are just cruel
and kind
for ripping me out of it
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
