Everynight, a contingency of what occurred in the past. Never leaving sight, a rocket bound to crash. Fulfilling a void deep of heart wrenching memories. Of moments of times used to be. These dreams haunt me. Its like a resurrection of a greater monster for only my eyes to see. Showing me someone I aspire to be but also despise. Im afraid but also persuaded. Sometime the dream never comes back, or stays forever. And the same question is always asked so how long can I is said endeavor? But I guess here I will always stay. With coffee stains, I shall lay. Its beautiful sometimes. Learning and seeing unspeakable things. Things words would implode to comprehend. Its also scary like that. Clouded up my eyes until a phone is something I can't read. But could that also be what im seeking? The more I type I find my skin fleeting. My mind is bending and I hear the scrapes of it getting closer. It finds me during October. Im scared of answering the door but also fanatic. The knocks, the beats, the hits, the footsteps of something even imagination can't contain. This is what I live for. The fear the panic the thrill the enticement of something better. My mind begins to rush. My heart beats. What will happen when it finds me? Laughter from the door with times of burning anymore it is something I implore for me to sore as I cackled and pray with a smile even if my heart has no dial the time has come and so I benumb with I chant and I feeling of perverse for what I am and what I shall be, what becomes of me is something that changes and fathoms itself your own mind, reader, could not understand. Listen, it sounds mad but understand that the thrill is amazing even still the power the focus something eyes and dreams can't make up. Its calls for all of us. Make sure you're not alone inside you're head. Listen! I don't have much time. I fear my own mind is gone already. You need to prepare yourself. For when it comes. It will destroy us all. Please, you must make haste. You must prepare. The scent the flavor the embodied true preexistence to us all, its amazing, I live I breath I feel I pain I see I hear PLease You must Hurry11 I thirst I kneel I submit I sacrifice I bestow I love I love I love real love I obsess QUciklly, He wiLL comE 6/4//2025 I humbly give my entire being for you. I am you as you are me.
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My Poem Dumpster
PoesieWelcome to the Poem Dumpster! The name pretty much explains it all. This is just going to be the place where I put some of the dozens of poems that I used to make instead of just deleting them. They aren't good, I already know that. I stopped doing...
