Scarlet, pink from the east
Are sequins to your dress
The world in whispering colour
You don't have to impress
Just make the pain close without bruises
Be the form your container chooses
Dilute the sewer dirt so vile
Don't forget to flash a whitened smile
Your prison is in being versatile.
You and I, we're not too different
Just a different shape and name
My cell walls may not be concrete
But they're real all the same
With no keys to our locks
Escape is only at sunset
The boat is anchored to the dock
For the day's not started yet
Yes, when I was young
I was obsessed with my demise.
But
Now I wait for the creeping,
Fleeting sunrise.
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
