it seems we're all waiting
for something to occur.nothing ever happens
because we're too busy
waiting.. . .
underwhelming,
isn't it?the way your life
gently trickles away
right this second,
babbles,
softly murmurs
in the shallow stream
of eternity.a cigarette burning
into nothingness,
dissipating into smoke,
the grey curls
becoming more
and more transparent
until it's as though
they were never even there
YOU ARE READING
(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 )