i.
beautiful people
beautiful drama
i grow
weary
ii.
i believe they punish me:
if only my smile proscenium
mine skin delicate rose buds
my dreams an apple orchard
iii.
but my eyes
snipers
my heart a ghost
lingers
the scent of melon
rancid
on my tongue/
as i lick beautiful
from their feet
[God]
no mercy
emanates
iv.
i vow to be obedient. cusp of my rage, myself. clasp the edge of an ugly mind; cater to you to beautify me, too. consider my silence validation.
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A/N:
Do you ever wish you were beautiful?
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a poet's lonely dreams
Poetryan exploration of the human spirit through intellectual odyssey and experimentation. "a poet's lonely dreams" is the perfect collection of cerebral, thought-provoking, and futurist poetry! in lieu of recent tragedies, a corrupt soul learns to identi...
