The way that hidden darkness of Some forest gets unmistakably Lost within some blinding light I’d get lost in the eternal depths Of galaxies hidden in your eyes As our rhythmic bodies played Under our ethereal spent breaths And like instruments of request Twirling within our arms, was- Dancing on the edge of heaven For us, here in our secret realm But now you’re gone; and it's time To change my tune, palates habit Degust some new flavors to devour In search of maybe finding one That may satisfy my unfed...hunger
I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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