Whales of Temptation And many Pieces of BroccoliA Poem by WhalesSmall is supposed to be capitalized
These urges,
I can't explain. Gone I must with tiny rocks Voxitica flowers and a Small screwdriver. I have to stop these, Ghostly thoughts, That quietly creep through the underbrush of my mind. Skocking my brain with horrifying images. Trying there hardest to break me. They will never break me. I see death everyday in my head These pictures are silent with fear. I see myself die. These people. They show me things I don't want to see. But it's okay. I will scream tonight. There will be no sound, But I will scream. Showk my voice into the sky and space. Everyone will hear my silence. No one will turn away in disgust But in beauty of my passion of feeling.
© 2013 WhalesAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
172 Views
4 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on July 13, 2012Last Updated on September 18, 2013 Tags: Whales AuthorWhalesSouthborough, MAAbouthttp://www.writerscafe.org/whaleand After writing this so many times I'm just gunna say it simple. I hate my poetry here but I don't want to delete it because or memories or whatever. But, I like s.. more..Writing
|