kitty the naughty poet

Poetry is

the motion of thoughts that breath deep

inhaling and exchanging with the black shadows of forgotten screams.

raining droplets of blues down around the forest of dreams.

with rainbow technicoloured smoke sticking to the leaves.

crimson words that burn through the golden stars of fantasies.

shining through the cloud of green trees

as foggy gray lyrics surround the trunks of life

iced in a silver frozen fantasy