The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter.
This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.
I look around this miserable paradise To see my friends all around me. They’ve encircled me, But now they’re turning away, Leaving me in this nightmarish heaven. They don’t want me anymore. What little usefulness I had, I have long outlived. So they say.
And as they disperse, The sun sets even more And the laughter, the disturbing distorted jingles, Replace the circle of friends, trapping me in the dark As I turn to monochrome, the film grain masking My cries of despair.
Suddenly, I’m falling. Falling through a bottomless pit No end. No beginning… Just oblivion… Until my eyes open again…
My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing
Full moon night Sky covers with stars You by my side What else I want in this dark Holding your hand and Walking through the path Laughing at the useless talk Now a good company I have got Looking into