Shadows and Warm Feelings

A Poem by Itsalright_ma

a small rip in the seam, some nostalgia

The burning sun gone down
illuminates yesterday's shore,
dirty snowmen melting
into the innocent dream of the ether;
is it okay if you take this hand?
Childish desires hanging around
by false smiles and wayward laughs,
this is only company and sunshine in baths.
I've missed your rose stemming from the darkened place
between the shadow and the sea,
my voice on the winds whispering to me
"Dead sweet and rotted teeth,
one day you'll be something I miss."
The sour designs of those hidden places
are like a puddle of the past,
a sacred heart makes the quiet place last,
but I have to worry no more;
I am a criminal, an anarchist, the John Dillinger of words,
exploiting their beauty as a vehicle
beyond the day to day approach
because I finally know who I am.