I do remember walking the long long hallway from the pool to the gym to the office to my locker right there across from the attendance office. Wondering how can I get my mind off this train wreak I was focused to the ride of nightmares and visions. I think sometimes my head were high and I mean this in the most of things that have the same meaning of its word.
With infancy came a new world. I only saw angels. With roses, abound with laughter, and warning with prayer. Lesson that has taken a lifetime to learn, forgive me, of suppressing it all in a song.
Retracting my thoughts is blank. I was only above the sense, I was not in the sense or that moment to moments in time….lost. Who is she that wishes to write
Who is she that
wishes the night
to go away
When all is yelling
who she is
Who is the one
Who comes to heart
With all her self falling apart
Unaware that she exists
Who is she to resist
Known to her not yet
Only above she get
As angels guild her waking hours
Faith will give her powers
Need it be said
This poem will not end…
I am I think… a spider having
dreamt I was a bipolar human only to find oneself a wrath of the black widow. In her spun out juices having the web of my life she weaves towards my death. She wraps my body to feast on a gluten moment of famished angered and greed. I fall back to sleep…
Thank you for viewing my work. I saw this image to be me. Above the world around me. A self portrait of sort.It feels good to express yet sometimes more through the art than words can say.
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