Poems from ArtistWithAPen17Up
I'm a writer with a soul.
I want my wings to fly
with my pencil or my keyboard as my aid,
allowing me to ascend to another plane.
Was it me?
Could it be?
A violent storm inside of me?
It wouldn't be.
Yet it feels like so,
no matter how many times I say "no."
I wish...
Sick and twisted
we're all demented
but before you get to
opening that trapdoor you call a mouth
tell me something,
a little semanding,
but...
Life is a beauty, a strange,
strange beautiful beauty
with its tangles and snares
thrown about its many rooms.
Its colors, like a sea sick...
You're nothing, but a low life, not even wondering where all the bad went, but she is.
She's nothing, but a low life, loved with all her...
Held on
like a child
clinging to the string
that dangles from the bottom
of a ballon.
You huffed
and puffed,
like the Big Bad Wolf,...