

PoetryWhy do I write?Poetry
What are these poems about? Silly questions… Would you try to describe
Color to a blind man? Or illustrate sound to a deaf? Ask of a plague why it spreads and it kills? Ask of a fire why it rages and burns? No answer is right, unless you profess &n


AntimotionalIt refuses to be described An emotion I don’t understand Not love, not hate Not fear, not joy An inescapable sadness A suffocating Bleakness, blackness Coldness.Antimotional
I’ve tried It’s hard to cry, to feel It’s as if I’ve become numb Any feeling escapes me Except this.
Only one thing has broken This obsidian wall of glass My chisel glints cruelly, Sharply in the darkness Almost laughing at this last resort
The wall shatters and I cry I cry tears of blood I feel unclean, black, and tainted But the pain is


GrayGray describes me My thoughts, my voice Uniform, yet unusual Gray is secret A dearth of detail Gray is like fog All-invading, permeating, infiltrating Gray is invisible Gray is surrounding Gray is enshrouding Although barely there It becomes a warm cloakGray
Gray is my friend Because it is me Neutral Unlike other shades But encompassing all We fill a room An unalterable closeness That’s unlike anything else


High-school love-poemWe lay there lovers embraced Nothing more, nothing lessHigh-school love-poem
On a blanket on the warm grass we lay staring at the stars in the summer warmth
A heavy heat. She slept.
I felt her soft breath
brush my face cool against my skin
We lay there lovers embraced nothing more, nothing less
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I'm not lazy. My muse was kidnapped and shot in the head. So know I have to work all by myself.
*I'm on the RED PILL!! WHOOO!*
i didnt know u write...
groovy.
i dont do much art, thats the extent of my abilities.
i normaly write prose...
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I'm not lazy. My muse was kidnapped and shot in the head. So know I have to work all by myself.
*I'm on the RED PILL!! WHOOO!*
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We are entirely smooth.
I'm just about as happy as a clam.
Maybe I should spam you. Of course it'd be nice spam.
Good to see you here again..... really.
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I'm not lazy. My muse was kidnapped and shot in the head. So know I have to work all by myself.
*I'm on the RED PILL!! WHOOO!*
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