this dreadful building
with all that we held in,
i skip into it
like the child i am,
and not a matchlit
butchered sheep or lamb
one step in and you pour, storm over
my entire being on repeat
on this dreadful building we hovered,
touching the sky before holding defeat
i had become danaë
letting all my guards vanish,
but i gave you no perseus
for you could never be a zeus
i step into a bathroom stall
to escape you pouring,
i still hear me, permanent in these walls
high on your boring
yelling, yawping like a tiger snoring
the invisible graffiti here,
is my sound
only we can hear
roaming around
this dreadful building's art room
i stand as i see the room surround
people, people and oceans of art
with me in a corner, knowing whom
would prefer water over you?
that last time i felt safe and sound
kids singing
christmas carols with no church bells ringing
and they said let's arrange the choir,
so sing, and acquire
your rank in this group of people that never tire
i got in the elite,
kissing happiness for the first time without holding defeat
you in the first seat,
beaming like a god
for you were so proud
applauding like one person is the whole crowd
on the ground,
where you gave me up
i look around
and again am surrounded
by you, you, you, you
it's a circle, not good luck
so i sit to meditate like a maximoff
stuck like her, forever in a loft
you fill the space with pictures
of yourself as if they were flowers
while my body opens and splinters
into a cranberry shower
covering each clone of you,
in my bashful veins and guts
if it takes, it takes two
so i strike a light
for a mutual hurt,
all of you crinkles below
me as i crumble with my leaves in the air like a willow
i observe this dreadful building and them,
dusting away again
squeezing eyes like a lemon
stories i built, watched and began
spiral down the stairs
the police put away their chairs,
patrolcars and firemen approaching
running campaigns, protests endorcing
to not be this, not be me
for there was no you
only my errors to see
the real world with enthrallers,
with nothing left to do
i decay like a lost animal from the zoo
i'm a wanted arsonist after all
this one is like a sibling of the previous and please bear with it cause it's 7am and i just randomly worte this so [look for the marvel reference ;) ]
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
