

MagnetismMagnetismMagnetism
measured in tea cups you're pouring me out again letting me swirl away down the drain into the pipe world of sewers that you're always dreaming about
folding me up like a page from a book origami cranes are all you make of me but watch me fly around your head until you're dizzy to fall over in sideways views of TVs and telephone poles
I'm the guitar and you're the strings but somehow I'm the one playing you with notes all garbled into a mangled melody that sounds like all your emotions crying at once
shuffle me like


Untitled PoemThis voice that beckons me Causes a tear for thee Feeling forces of tragedy Withdrawing now I let it beUntitled Poem
I could swear I want What it is that doesn’t taunt Or leave the heart so taut This is something I will be taught
That pain is reality, and the world we know suffers


DeterioratedDeterioratedDeteriorated
A gentle roar pealed darkly, rumbling through the core of the deepest falsehoods, buried beneath anything that might conceal them. Thus touched by truths through sound, the crumbling decay began. Pillars of stone weakened and broke, destroying that which they upheld: a maelstrom of deception.


UnbalancedUnbalancedUnbalanced
I hold all the broken things of my heart and my head in my hands, observing their shapes and their ugliness, running a finger along their jagged edges, slicing open skin and staining them with drops of blood.
I let them fall to the floor, where they
coalesce into an armoured beast, covered
in metallic plates and threatening me with
its flamed tongue. Regarding it with scorn,
I melt it in my gaze, watching it puddle at my feet. Its liquid form resembles the tears that fall
as I think of the dreams and loves that lay within it. &nbs
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"dwell in possibility."-emily dickinson
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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