Soaring gracefully on the backs of a thousand virtual paper planes
Fragile, my heavy soul expands,
Baring itself to your anticipated arrival
Like the sunflower,
I willingly wilt beneath your light
A plea for help, lost in edification
Silent echos in the sea of your thoughts
You are lost to the world, opting to dissect my words
With surgical precision you master taxidermy
Blissfully oblivious to the brewing storm
My head is a cloud
Pregnant with blood, it rains tears onto my thumb
Each letter a stab to the sky
Gently a lifeboat sails under the weight of a thousand tonnes of thought
Running aground on a cursed island
Carcasses left to rot on the beach
A cesspit of emotion
It is immortalized by bright blue fear
Colorful sky, colorless island
A seascape emerging
Painted by who? You?
Perhaps, yet still the church bells chime
Mocking the indecision,
Mocking omniscience.
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Author's note:
Hey everyone, I haven't been on here (or anywhere really) for a while...
This one is about past relationships, but of course all interpretations are valid.
I suppose I like complicated metaphors :)
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Poetic Rubbish
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote for fun... Inconsistent uploads, of course.
