Demonic dreams distancing deliverance,
blacking out the friction and lies.
Plot re-writes lead to cement smiles.
Misspelled name calling and the heart breaks.
Creak creakk
Cccreak
Creak
Caught on fire in a thunderstorm,now who can brag?
Swirl the logic but I cannot drown.
Loss of hope did lead to distress.
I hurt myself, I will confess.
Stage is open and there’s my cue:
No understudy, tonight I’m on.
6 comments:
I can never get tired of your poems. They get better and better.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
this one has some real depth.
Nice imagery poem. I think... I know what's it about unless it's all a metaphor then nevermind haha
Hello there... Just sort of wondering where you'd gotten off to and whether you'd stopped blogging or something.. that would suck... so come on back double quick :)
I finally get time to come catch up on your blog again and you haven't posted since March? I hope to see you blogging again soon, wherever you are. Hope you're well.
*New Reader*
absolutely love it!
=]
hope there are more to come
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