VIII. 21ST CENTURY DEITIES
YOU ARE A MESS
you are a hurricane
a sandstorm
a tornado
a tsunami
YOU ARE DESTRUCTION
you wreck houses
you wreck families
you wreck people
you wreck yourself
YET YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL
you mesmerize the world
with your fingers, anything you touch turns to gold
your lips could recite the most ancient prophecies
your eyes could turn men into stone
your mind could bring curses and plagues upon the world
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE OUT OF CONTROL
so much power contained in just one soul and a pair of cold hands
it feels like you're running out of luck
out of love
out of time
CHILDREN WILL READ ABOUT YOU
a goddess in the modern age
that wore ripped jeans
and band t-shirts
who thought was misunderstood
and out of place
a god in the modern age
who wore grey sweaters
and sweatpants
whose face lit up everytime he smiled
and was so full of life
YOU WILL DRIVE YOURSELF ( AND THE WORLD) MAD
no sleep, no rest
you are wicked
your brain is a dangerous place, darling
you are twisted
YOU'RE A MESS
OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MESS
-- girls (and boys) are all natural disasters. embrace it. show the world who you really are. we will all go down in history. together, as the biggest wreckage the sea has ever witnessed.
YOU ARE READING
SAVE ME // POETRY & PROSE
Poetry❝ONCE MY DEMONS ARE GONE, SO AM I❞ nikki [ middlenarnias ] july, 21st 2O16
