May 26
I’m going to do what I’ve seen
Many others apply
To their mind as they watch another’s body just die
Wait and beg after
Under judge of monuments
That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance
Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling
Sent into the towards
Of winter with, in horror, is rest upon one score
Come God in the next moment
The war you’ll discuss
To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust
You laying and such
Laying my life
Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe
You pouring me out
And pouring accounts
For more than what little of life I recount
Over and over
You’re sick and I’m sober
Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer
Until,
And I’ve seen,
Until the water’s mixed up
Your blood with,
Nor life, nor
Denying regrets
Many others apply
To their mind as they watch another’s body just die
Wait and beg after
Under judge of monuments
That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance
Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling
Sent into the towards
Of winter with, in horror, is rest upon one score
Come God in the next moment
The war you’ll discuss
To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust
You laying and such
Laying my life
Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe
You pouring me out
And pouring accounts
For more than what little of life I recount
Over and over
You’re sick and I’m sober
Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer
Until,
And I’ve seen,
Until the water’s mixed up
Your blood with,
Nor life, nor
Denying regrets
from november 6, 2018
poem from the past a day #7
i tapped into real emotions in this poem. it might not be clearly, surely about anything, but it is about something.
this was made when i started thinking about my dad's mortality when he got and stayed very sick, and how weird it is to feel anything about that because he's an abuser.
anyway, i did good here, for it allowed me to think with empathy and rage rather than think nothing about it at all.
poem from the past a day #7
i tapped into real emotions in this poem. it might not be clearly, surely about anything, but it is about something.
this was made when i started thinking about my dad's mortality when he got and stayed very sick, and how weird it is to feel anything about that because he's an abuser.
anyway, i did good here, for it allowed me to think with empathy and rage rather than think nothing about it at all.
