For a while
it's been
like this.
With my world
stuck
like a
broken record
and rewinded
like an
old tape.
Like my art
unmoving.
We go back
to how it
was before
somehow.
Like my art
unfinished.
My mind
clouds itself
in a
transparent mist
able to bring
a "walker"
in its wake.
Never able
to understand
time
like I have.
Unlike
the art
I saved
in a
black binder.
- Jan 10, '18
Don't remember what I was dealing with at the time. #emotional #unstable #trouble #troublesome
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Poem's Majority w\ Short Stories Galore
Poesía"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
