I stalked across killing fields,
I dipped under moonlight.
I bloomed war like roses
I spread peace with a butterknife.
I stole the light from the sun,
I gave it to the stars.
I. I. I. I am alive.
I. I am? Am I?
I am. I am not. I am everything.
I. I. I. I stepped into a lover's embrace.
I crumpled like a daisy.
I felt the shadow of wildfire,
I drank youth from a fountain.
I folded blindfolds over blinking eyes,
I climbed over heaven.
I held a heart with one hand,
I held a knife with the other.
I stole the light from the stars,
I gave it to you.
I. I. I don't.
I don't want.
I don't want? What?
I don't want- this.
I don't. I don't. I don'-
I do. I. I. -
I swayed in night breeze, and when morning came,
I shattered.
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Tiger Feathers
PoesiaJust a collection of poems. First is most recent, last is from years ago.