3/14/18
Blurry trees
Bright lights
Burning stars stand still
Among the chaos
Crossing legs
Hunched back
They stay
They stay
As the morning dismay
That won't go away
And drags upon the brick floor everyday
The one that shines the brightest
Is the one dying in crisis
Pollution clogs the sky
Smog leaving the clouds dry
Lights sting so close
Eyelids pulled by gravity
But don't move slightly
Like the stars
Eyebrows pinched
Pulled up by threads
But dragged down by the temples
All that's felt is dead
Food that's old
Rusty growing mold
Covered by cologne
Just a passenger
Yet it feels so alone
Heat expels from the fingertips
Growing into the palm and to the wrist
How could something so smooth
Feel as cold as this?
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Where My Eyes Wander
ПоезіяThis is my new cover of my poetry, starting with my signature Tweeting Bird. These would have ranged from two years ago to today. You will be able to see my progress as you read. Thanks for reading my work!
