Smile for me
On tippy precipices
Slaughter clouds
Into malicious sunsets
Trip over the horizon round
Goes round and goes round
Look at this mess
Look at what you've made
Look at the colours,
Bleeding down the sky
Fresh summers
Oiled, rotten, and dry
Knit the spider webs
Which sparkle in corners
In my stead
A learner and mourner
I am the rumour
Of warm sand and cool ice
The mumble and whisper
Of paper cuts sliced
Across scab wounds
Crawling like beetles
Egyptian scarabs
Engraved in silver moons
It curves and tumbles
Like a rocket shooting
To its death
I must confess
I don't know the rest
I don't know what your smile was
And I don't know how your eyes sung
I don't know your giggle and cry
And I don't know your little sighs
I don't know love over sound
And I don't know
What it means
To
Be
Found
And I don't know
What it means to drown
In kindness, love, and breath
With the ocean, succumbed to sea
Starry nights and flower wreaths
––Because why would
Anyone
Love
Me?
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
