she's just as improper as her
sentences never making any sense
and ending abruptly without any
full stops she's not unmindful of
her poorly punctuated statements
and haphazard scribbles as they whiz
past people's heads she feels exactly
what her sentences are a mess an
unexpected flow of conscious stream
her sentences rarely adjust in the
fickle minds of feeble humans she does
not care though as long as the
sentences she forms are just like her
the commas make her pause she hates
pauses the dashes interrupt the train
of her thoughts she despises being
interrupted the full stops shut her up
she hates sealing her lips the capitalization
reminds her of dormant days spent
thinking of constructive clauses and
proper phrases that never made any sense
at least not for her she needs her sentences
to be free from all boundaries restricting
them from trespassing forbidden corridors of
the mind's soul she wanted them to fly and
flow without any barrier and all those rules
and regulations infuriated her
she wanted her sentences to
t r a n s c e n d
YOU ARE READING
a cavalcade of ominous thoughts
Poetryweave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017