Post yer poems.
I wrote a couple in jail. They are untitled.
Long, the Age of the Siren
Man in labyrinth
Only growing old
What happens when you die?
Everything
Labyrinths gazing outwards
Of divine windows
Following the logical path
To absolution
Turn here and there
The way to lush gardens, consumed
The labyrinth exit
Long forgotten
Both
Does one not wish
For pale blue starlight
To decorate one's lover's eyes?
To walk through time
Around the burning soul?
To fall with the rain
And splash down
In the hot springs of Mercury?
That's the first one. Here is the second.
I am ANARCHY!
She cried the world
From fortified horizons
Of rose
Violet
And pearlescent clouds
Wearing the golden crown
Of the sun
And was instructed
To get on its knees.
If you insist..
That was the second and is based on an amazing, fucking brilliant and defiant woman I overheard while in my holding cell. I couldn't see what was going on, but I imagined terrible things, hopefully not so terrible.
I wrote a couple in jail. They are untitled.
Long, the Age of the Siren
Man in labyrinth
Only growing old
What happens when you die?
Everything
Labyrinths gazing outwards
Of divine windows
Following the logical path
To absolution
Turn here and there
The way to lush gardens, consumed
The labyrinth exit
Long forgotten
Both
Does one not wish
For pale blue starlight
To decorate one's lover's eyes?
To walk through time
Around the burning soul?
To fall with the rain
And splash down
In the hot springs of Mercury?
That's the first one. Here is the second.
I am ANARCHY!
She cried the world
From fortified horizons
Of rose
Violet
And pearlescent clouds
Wearing the golden crown
Of the sun
And was instructed
To get on its knees.
If you insist..
That was the second and is based on an amazing, fucking brilliant and defiant woman I overheard while in my holding cell. I couldn't see what was going on, but I imagined terrible things, hopefully not so terrible.
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