I have been trying to update more despite my busy schedule so I'm sorry if they seem rushed or bad. I don't know anymore. This is a poem I wrote so if you want please tell me what you think. Don't judge too hard I know it's kind of shitty and bad but I was in a bit of a disarray when I wrote it.
Heaven/Hell
My mind is hell
My life is heaven
I create chaos
intricately places woes of my own making
this is what being in a state denial means
I am the hell in heaven
I brig with me disturbances which bloom like roses
thorny and twisted
and taste like apples
ripe with hurt
full of sin
My mind is hell
My life is heaven
bad ideas?
I'm full of them
flies land on me: I am a rotting corpse
swollen with lies and secrets
decomposing through poetry
I am the maker of hell in heaven
This isn't art,
This is my mind:
bleeding or in verses,
(written in blind rage)
words and phrases sprouting up like bug bites:
blotchy, itchy
vomiting out my thoughts
in the ugliest of ways
...
The sky is sucking itself up to escape me now,
My mind is hell.
My life is heaven.
This isn't art.
I promise I'm not crying.
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