Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy
I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
It’s quite a process To create a person
You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel