My pen paints words like clouds
Rain down...
On your imagination..
Hear the sound..
Call it cultivation
It spurs growth..
A few words to a shallow soul...
And they see more
It digs deep...
These words you see...
Will wake up all your demons half asleep
Half asleep..
Half...as...s..le..e...p
Half.. A..
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Oh I'm awake!
I wield the pen
The mountains shake!
Along the slopes
People... aren't safe!
My imagination has no breaks
Readers holding on..
To thoughts that fade..
Into the distance..
Yet masquerade
Like all these notions
Are here to stay...
Speeding tickets make me go faster
Cars I almost hit..
Inspire more chapters
Till I crash?
I'd write something after
Till I'm caught?
Can't get caught alive
Till I'm dead?
And they're sure I have died
Coz if they're not..
I might just cling to life
And if I die...
It should be in your arms
Just like I should've been..
All along.
VOUS LISEZ
Lucid Dreams
PoésiePoetry as it is to me. Comments or thoughts are all welcome and please vote if you like it
