Work of art
Work of art
It’s my third mug of coffee, And yes I have my coffee in a mug, Something we argue about with him all the time this days. When we first met, He said he is in love with my being different, But that are the reason doors are banged and words thrown at me like arrows […]
I want to feel different, I know they call me different, But I have fallen into the predicament, And as if toxic normalizes have been drained into my flesh, I behave like all the rest, I hate, Mistreat, And break hearts like they are chicken wings. And I want to go back to the time […]
You were born with a silver spoon, And mine was made of dry twigs and rotting wood, Your father gave you the world, And mine a pen, a book and the view of our different worlds as we live right after your posh estate. He gave me the book, So everytime I felt this pain, […]
My heart is gone. My limbs are weak and my wings are broken, My knees are numb, My vision blur. I can taste death on my lips. I am counting now 432, 433, 435… This isn’t my life. Numbers are my friend Numbers are my friend “look what you made me do” I am dead.
I have chosen the road least traveled, The one with thorns that bruise and snakes that bite , I have choosen to know things and people differently, To find the depth of every soul, And i can tell you, I have wanted to live in the mind of a beast, Not that i admit to […]