PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

expression is a riot

and my reasons as to why,

i stand out in the crowd

and hold fire like a sun ray,

turn over these thoughts in my head,

digest and regurgitate,

a bulimic-style mirth, it's so the new wave.

i smile to deprave,

you of the truth, of who i really am

i lie, when viewed, and turn eyes blue

I'm not the person, that you thought you knew

prior to our meeting,

a dark alley steppenwolf

i was, awaiting

in the shrug of my shoulders, the non caring smug absentee

found in the melting merge of the lava,

under the volcanic eruption of the eternal purpose

propaganda, life it is

love becomes a sour grape hatred,

existence

is more than we can know,

just like the world is too vast to travel,

I could be anywhere, within the next year

and always one foot into my grave,

so bury me, it is I, who am undeserving.