i have always lived
in my own little world
where i like to watch petals
as they unfurl,
to the sound
of an oncoming train
that's been hungry
for a very long time.when i am forced
to accept the obedience
of this reality
i am only half-alive
waiting for my
chance to return
to the dreams
in which i will thrive.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )