Poems from coolcookies101
Well, I have a shovel in hand,
Standing before a mountain, a wonderland,
Written on a sign was, "Stranger, you'd better dig,"
-find all...
"Tear here," his soul whispers.
And he does.
"And here," it adds.
And he tears.
The blood bonds pull back, the cobweb of relations...
I am always seizing
Feeling extremes, never in-betweens,
I'm wrought with suffering and white hot joy
Kicking and punching like a child ...
How strong my fist
As I clench it
To plug the flow of feelings
That creep from my heart
Like molten lava
Burning my stomach
Filling...
And I sigh
As my bed folds away the weariness
And my dreams, snuggling into my side,
Spin tales of wild, untamed thoughts
That find space...