Paint me, for I am on the shore,
observing the wretched rigid tides,
stirring the endless, timeless grain;
hanging and stirring memories,
hanging and stirring
hanging and stirring
Sketch me, as my cursed silhouette follows
that timid wretched world;
breaking-
breaking upon the perceivable,
outlining the inevitable,
remembering the loveable.
Follow me, for I am on the shore,
staring into a glassy sandstorm, forging another world;
this world follows cold tragedy,
narrated by a feigned chorus capable of destroying the abstract,
the lost abstract half, scattered within a maze of hollow time.
Paint me, for I am on the shore,
listening to the humming wind.
breathing and drowning within another world.
Now, hang me;
above the hollow desk
soaked within resolved memories.
Now, hang me in between the dark window bleeding into the clusters of a surreal reality.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
