tw: academic validation
graphite:
graphite smudged on my fingers,
on my face,
in my brain.
red ink stains my page.
i'm not asking for much.
just complete and total perfection.
it's simple really.
i did it before.
i've always had a crown of paper,
marked with stars, smiles, one hundreds.
it sat atop my head comfortably.
and everyone could see it.
but now it's out of reach.
i dropped it along the way.
somewhere i can no longer find.
i can tell it's close.
but i not close enough to reach.
so i'll have to work for it.
it won't come easy this time around.
graphite smudges my fingers,
my face,
my brain.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
