Apples, scotch, and vinegar:
The true ingredients of the human soul.
Passing through the bloodstream
Like a coiling snake.
Drifting upward and down,
My brain can't handle the truth.
We are all madmen,
Journeying the globe, dreaming of peace.
Unattainable,
The children skip around here and there.
Eternal bliss flows through them,
Like candy dripping off a lightning rd.
Hair dangling from my neck,
I take the scissor and begin to snip.
My everlasting heartache
Is calmed by your ginger kiss.
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The Paredes Anthology
PoetryA collection of my personal literary works, this anthology will work as a basis for my creative writing endeavors. Please, for those who view the pieces within this anthology, please leave reviews for new content and improvements. Thank you for yo...
