Poems from Antilogist
Art student with hopes of becoming a Medical/Scientific Illustrator. Faces the challenges of being vertically challenged, sleep deprived, stressed, and over-worked on a daily basis. Uses poetry to let out some of the stress and emotions. Has two contradicting sides, dark and moody or sarcastic and comedic.
The salt burns my eyes
I've repeatedly told myself useless lies
I scream at myself, alone
There's no one else, because no one's home
"Stop...
Prick my finger on thistle
That speaks sweetly, of royalty
Find the moth-eaten holes in its words
Through the smell of my copper-scented...
My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big,
But I'm just a twig.
It's branches extend,
While mine just bend.
Trunk kept erect by skinny roots...
Why don't you listen?
Why don't you hear?
Hear my words
Hear my voice
Voice cracks from strain
Voice calls in silence
Silence from you...
In a changing world one constant must stand
One solid stone that promises to last
Persistence and peace must go hand in hand
Hard work...