Submissions by pelequin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
a Dark Poet for a disinterested generation
the asylum
do you feel it?
as you walk slowly through the dark,
in this fallen neglected labyrinth of the mind,
where mold and filth fester upon crumbling walls,
and rainwater seeps and falls like tears of the damned,
this once great building now diseased and decaying,
a parody of the minds once entombed within,
can you hear the echos of the screams?
from trapped helpless souls that once resided here,
lost wandering in a world they could not percieve,
inmates confined within a prison of imagined normality,
told that the very thoughts that defined...
as you walk slowly through the dark,
in this fallen neglected labyrinth of the mind,
where mold and filth fester upon crumbling walls,
and rainwater seeps and falls like tears of the damned,
this once great building now diseased and decaying,
a parody of the minds once entombed within,
can you hear the echos of the screams?
from trapped helpless souls that once resided here,
lost wandering in a world they could not percieve,
inmates confined within a prison of imagined normality,
told that the very thoughts that defined...
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i want to go where dragons fly
i want to go where dragons fly,
where the unicorns run free,
to follow the griffins in the sky,
all the way down the the sea,
but im here in the corner crying,
praying my tears wont distub his sleep,
inside i feel my soul dying,
i lay filthy cold and still i weep,
i want to sail the seven seas,
to go in search of distant lands,
to roam free wherever i please,
and tread barefoot upon the sands,
instead theres pain from his drunken rage,
bruises are tokens of his affections,
my lifes an open...
where the unicorns run free,
to follow the griffins in the sky,
all the way down the the sea,
but im here in the corner crying,
praying my tears wont distub his sleep,
inside i feel my soul dying,
i lay filthy cold and still i weep,
i want to sail the seven seas,
to go in search of distant lands,
to roam free wherever i please,
and tread barefoot upon the sands,
instead theres pain from his drunken rage,
bruises are tokens of his affections,
my lifes an open...
456 reads
1 Comment
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