We could be brother and sister,
Two people connected into one person.
One is a reader and the other is a writer-
Imagine that we are demigods
From lore told that I made up
And you proofread!
We're the friends you'd see
Snuggled up on a couch
In a cafe on open mic night,
Our shoulders open for tears
Or thoughts or
Confidence.
Two cats
That met on Halloween,
Strangers entirely but
Already we skipped in the street
Meowing friendly like we could
Sense each other out;
There were parts in each other
That we shared: similar feelings,
A connection of understanding.
Instantly.
The solitary seemed over,
Now there's somebody who'll understand,
A friend for the letting out
And it's perfect, one's an arm slasher
Who grew the tendency out of mistreatment
And the other is a head-wrecker
Who also liked to sit in the same bleakness
But instead felt tortured by the mind's eye-
Two beautiful old souls
Trapped in cell-shaped shells
That together are easier to break.
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Ribbons: A Random Assortment of Poetry
PoezieRibbons, a collection of poetry stemming from days of the author's life. Ribbons details the anxiety, pain, joy, love, hate he felt in each memory. It's kept in chronological order, each piece was placed as it was finished, (with some exceptions) as...
