a poem that i dont really like very much.....
obviously not my best work.
lots of lines stolen from my "non existent" poem.....
but still a self portrait none the less
<333
a poem that i dont really like very much.....
obviously not my best work.
lots of lines stolen from my "non existent" poem.....
but still a self portrait none the less
<333
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a poem that i dont really like very much.....
obviously not my best work.
lots of lines stolen from my "non existent" poem.....
but still a self portrait none the less
<333
Copyright:
Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
Available Formats
Download as DOC, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
The forever impulse of fire I am the flaw in the plan The imperfection in the snow
Whispers scream in my head
Cries of yesterday’s shadow My life is organized Anarchy It is peaceful chaos
I am a Christian The Tao that I follow Zen in nature, lucid in discipline A free spirit of flames and shadows
Freedom running through my veins
Fire pulsating through my body Darkness hidden in my heart Unknown to even myself
I am the uproar of life
The catalyst of a pandemic My insights are the leverage Of a paradox complex
I try to erode the pain
Of fallen memories It consumes me, until I am none It deprives me until I am thoughtless
I am the darkness in a white void
So small, mistaken for a mere Figment of imagination Fated to only drift away
Fated only to fade into the night
Until it will seem like I have never existed Only remains is the wondrous havoc I am a cipher of dreams
The transparent fire, burning hope within
The purple darkness of a white room No windows, no doors Just a light from an unknown source It doesn’t matter how I became who I am All that matters is the fact that I am