6-16-08

A Poem by Melaniespace

creative thought process

You know your sick when your heart sinks knowing your blade is missing. Pain creeps up my throat inducing tension all within a moment’s time. i fear myself more then anything as i am my own worst enemy each piece of me disagrees with the other, am i living a lie? Maybe playing a role, as my fictious self. I aspire no desire. Eagerness grows within my walls and burst through to enclose myself again. The future is warm and unannounced; surprises are not welcomed in my presence. I water each sprout rejuvenating love into the essence of me. Driving away the demons that flood the chlorophyll I am building. I wheel barrow my heart around with a sports suspension. No need for making waves. I'll gladly fill my own grave.