Agubois

 (Agubois)

I hear my pen fizzing.
Words splashing on the paper
We are all actors,
Living in a slur, blur.

Fuck it!

I hear voices,
Volumes so intense
I want to scream,
Alone I want to sit,
Quietly letting myself flow
Like a stream.

I see child like eyes
Staring at me in the,
Red-Orange sunset.
I just want to vent,
Im not going to fret,
Life, an offset painting.

Sometimes I feel like a
Poetic sociopath
Poetry! Ah, yes! Poetry!
The poet and the muse!
Life! and Love!
Ironic?

Are you alive?
Are you really?
Are you happy?
Really? Can you see me?

Sometimes,
I feel like a ghost,
In the darkest of nights.
A mirror that's constantly in my way.
Words fall like autumn leaves.