they think
if they pretend thoughts
of imperfection do not exist,
then it cannot
reach them
and their imperfect,
soulless,
melodic music.
they love smooth,
flawless beats and soft notes
with meaningless lyrics
that do not make us think.
i do not like the way
my soul sounds
when i am alone,
and without company.
my brain pounds against my skull,
when i hear
the shaky cacophony
of it.
it makes me think,
maybe the reason
i am so sad
is because
my lonely soul
is not a melody.
it's jagged, empty
symphonies
that do not match
society's view
of beauty.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetryyour freckles are stars that leave constellations on your skin. your soul is a galaxy, and your eyes reflect the chaos within. just some poems that i've written. some of them are just scraps of thoughts and feelings stringed together and some of...
