Mirrors and mumbling cacography
Pressed between paper sheets,
That is me
Hours of fingers pressing piano keys
Tangled violin strings
And the embryos of ripening stars webbing the sky,
That us what I have come to be
Desiderium for delirium
Lilting tunes and an earth that tilts
Towards a blood red moon
Swooning white roses and self checkout lanes,
I am not insane.
Stuff that only rhymes sometimes,
Anagrammed actions causing tears and fearful years
Two ears that hear everything except what I need to.
Inaudibility with authenticity
And shards of crystals in my brain
No, I am not insane, just a poet
But those two terms are almost the same.
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Jars of Stars
AcakThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
