I have been writing poetry for about 10 years now, still need to crush a lot of coal before I get a rough diamond. I try to improve all the time so really like constructive feedback, Love reading other poets and finding something that takes me away.
When you were allowed to walk they took your legs, stitched your lips until anger dripped through the corners of your mouth. A dead planet, pulled at by a burnt-out sun.
Murder came with every season
I feel the shock wave as you collide with yourself, fake flesh splitting from your form, microcosms of humanity erupt as light, new worlds are being created, as you grow ideas of a life never seen before.
The little shit always the dim wit monkey island headphones for the silence Lucas arts bunch of farts playin till four in the morning listen to the birds calling Fucked up by ghost pirate Le chuck and his crew grog was my special brew always went too far in the scum bar talkin to spiffy the dog over another jug of grog married Elaine lol kept changing his name melee island my asylum hanging on its anchor chain played about 4 games when I should have been revising not strategizing ...
A small boy in black shorts and plimsolls, shoots roots through a dusty herring bone floor, and his tree begins to grow, seeking out the sun. Peaceful Venus plays a light breeze to ruffle his leaves as he grows again, a glorious oak swaying in the wind, torso twisting with age.
His breast pushes out and hands flap, fingers flutter, tiny wings hop from branch to branch inside the large old oak, the bird reaches the top and through pursed lips, it chatters its message to Mercury, and the forest below.