Let your wildest dreams flourish on paper.
Let them flow like the ink from this pen.
Let them be everything.
And safe.
Tucked away in the corners of a white papered book.
Belive in them as you believe in true love.
Fight for them.
You are better than your demons so don't ever let them hold you back.
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The lilac blooms are fresh today.
Opened as if for the first time.
Controlled by your touch.
Your care.
So take care of these delicate lilac blooms.
There's something magical about them.
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Delicate lands filled with foul people. Sun's kids warm to the touch, filled with silk and satin. Yet thick enough to hide blood shed in cold. To blind with its reflection the porcelain bodies floating amongst the lily's. The sun smothers the replenished. It paralized the forgiving. Shielding them from the pain that coats the land beyond the sunset. Masking the stench of rot and filth. They believe in life. Blind to a death of such larger scale. "ignorance is bliss." it whispers while caressing the sun soaked skin of the misguided.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI feel some things should be shared.. But to show it to anyone I know would be scary, so I'll put them on here
