20 years old, I live in phoenix, Arizona. Poetry is one of my few outlets in life, A life which consequently is often filled with violence and strife. Yes my poetry is dark, But writing it is what allows me to see color in my world, that otherwise would consist solely of the nightmares to which my writing pertains.
The trees, the screams, the ocean breeze,
The silencing heat, the body heaves,
Broken alone, Unholy yet sown,
The pleasure dancing behind the moan
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How beautiful is the night sky,
Leave you breathless wondering why,
Why the world is filled with smoke,
So thick, the air, makes you choke,
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You're beautiful, You know that right?
You're light alone shines, in my sightless night,
Your haunting whispe, echos in my ears,
Negating all my deepest fears,
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Nothing...Nothing..Not a sound,
Not a whisper, Nor a hearts deep pound,
...Vision darkening..Eyes narrow..
Your stomach rushing, Deaths own herald
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