Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
Poetry
Stick to my senses Liquid gold babygirl Baritone voice My inner world swirls Wrap me in knots Steel arms like vines Fall in love with him Restart my mind Flood my veins with memory We're off to a dishonest start Uncover a sheltered yearning Cocoon my injured heart
Poetry
I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I don’t need you to survive I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I need you to thrive The fear in my heart is racing A fire I can’t put out These endless white walls
Poetry
Why skip to the end When I’m barely beginning Stuck on what’s happened Worried for what’s coming My present evolves A glimpse at peace When death whispers Birth is a scream Promise to still the sway of my hips But I’d rather follow the force of
Poetry
Rip out my lungs Fill them with tar Paint me with needles so I don't go far Cover my ears Swallow my song Make me believe I belong to someone Cut out my heart Open my thighs Intoxicate me with your beautiful lies Pull out my teeth Pin
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Compose is a strange word for this Making my own evidence Scars on my heart take shape Words on my page bleed out No rhyme or reason Only the arcane
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The end is not something to be controlled She is someone who reveals herself Whether young or old We cross our arms and stomp our feet Turn our heads Resist The end will never go away No matter how much we insist The end arrives Within her cloak Unifies all
Poetry
Once upon a time a shaggy inky cap mushroom dreamed of belonging to the treetops. This desire set them apart from other inky caps, so the sun cursed it with endless ink. Ordinarily, a mushroom would start to dissolve into ink once it reached maturity. Eventually the entire cap would