Billions of silent, twinkling stars
Are popular in the night time sky
With nowhere important to go
The variables are provoked
Into dying quietly
I watch the world spin
Like a lady wearing a dress
From the comfort of my abode
As if I'm frozen in time
I am the radiation burning skin
I've always got an axe to grind
I have a new desire for revenge
I'm dependent on the drugs
Dreaming of a peachy paradise
I adhere to the scintillating idea
I had anticipated life would work out
I couldn't have been anymore wrong
It's comedy, gobbledygook
Otherwise I am mute or eating hospital food
Like the young drunk infidel I am
Nemec on a sea
Breathing in the falling snowflakes
I feel giddy like a limerick
Squeezing the white sap
I've been thinking 'bout my salad days, school years
I am a prophecy
A bard at heart, seldom happy
Pretty lonely like the Isle of Mull
Warm and sweating
Stretching myself.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2020 21:48
- Comment from author about the poem: I penned this unedited poem on the 21st of Dec 2018, when I was nineteen.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I really like your choice of words here ... Makes for an interesting and engaging read ! I especially love this line " I watch the world spin like a lady wearing a dress "
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