tacky tuesday

ugg i havent written well whatever. i have alot on my mind. mostly about future and college. and im tired. so heres 2 poems i wrote. good night.

black

the depths of shadows that hover in the crevice of caves in the night
the dirt on the cold ground
the misty glare of stars through the blanket across the sky
the evil eyes that cut through your body
the claws that skratch the ripping pain down your back
the cold heart that never beats
the vulgarity when you scream
the stench in your breath
and the cutting edge that pushed you past your limit
black.


untitled


this is NOT the last poem i will write. nor will this be the last time i preach to the world. i will continue to speak out loud and write every word that i have to say down. even if i have to write it out in blood. i will scream so loud my lungs might dry out. ill be the number one speaker who expands your creativity and make you question every thought you ever dreamed of. im the winner of the race the first person who changed your mind. youll think so hard your brain might explode. BOOM. there goes your imagination, the tv screen inside your head that plays on repeat. its dissconected from the wire that held you together and im the electrical tape wraped around the chord that saved your life. no dont say thanks now. you were a survivor all along. were all survivors. we just have to believe. in that one thing that one thing that gets us by. youve pondered so hard you cant stop believeing. my job is done now everyday your speaking. you even started writing it down. i found the crumpled paper you threw on the floor. i picked it up and read the title. this is NOT the last poem i will write.