So wheres my?

So wheres my?







Brain, Im a novelist.





And who's my?





Loved ones.



I need to eat, of one with the plant grows.



I will digest my meal, and eat capital letters.



So wheres my? Mind, Its gone as is yesterday.



Where do i find my salvation?

In the moments i play. East.

Wheres my ancient knowledge?

Ran Out.

Wheres my sticks on fire?

Blurt out.

Trying to hard. Wheres my face at?

Its not hard. Lard on a couch, Fast Dweller. Money Maker.

So round is my geometry, what is my reality?

Rule out the undertaker. Sublime states. Real.

Talker, Ran Fast.

Laughed at sounds, coming from eardrums.

Ran Fast.

Laughed at sounds coming from eardrums.

Sang a tune around the fire.

Laughed at fast tunes.

Isnt Sick, To hear the breathe of you under my language.

I sought out a night, a reality.

Mover, Forward Dawns The Day.

And so i brake free, from the rhuemitose specialty.

Tommorrow i should be a warewolf.

 

holy fuck, I think thats brilliant-

 

Unbelievable.... I envy you. You should get that published. *Bows down to the great poet*

 

wow! this is a very inspired poem! in fact, all of your work I've ever read has been magnificent and beautiful. you have a great poetic instinct.

 

Thanks guys

 

definitely have to agree........amazing..... entrancing

 

that was a tasty little bit of lit...