Stark Reminder

forsaken or forspent...but death of life forsooth

God doesn't know about me anymore, and I'm losing touch with my mom just the same. I am an experimenter, and I'm dying for more than sins. I learn from thoughts, and it burns holes through my head. I want to know what death has to offer me, so I'm losing focus with ink and lead. Trying and trying to survive, I keep losing my better half. Spending money for the presence of stories all for the hosts of the seraphim. In the moment, I wait until I'm dead. Lack of success decreases confidence, and the love in me reduces as the heat progresses. I enjoy the look of satanism, and make it my own. What is the truth? Evil or good? What's inside that hurts the most, laughs the most, loves the most? What's inside? Still I love God. Still I love Tao. What is there is sure making up what ever it has done to me, but done is the day it sets past the sea.

Love me, that's all I ask. That's all that I asked. When I've driven my gut straight into the bright, graphic force lifts up the hardening spells.. My beauty, my hope. Love and the one scary grudge, I sing. I sing it all out, and it's all about you.

Reviews

[Floydina White]

This reads more like an abstract essay than it does a poem.

Looks like a free write; I suggest using spacing to convey meaning, and to shape it up a bit. I enjoyed it, but it was a bit hard to follow. After you write something, it's always a good idea to re-read it.

Just a helpful tip!!