PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Where you will find me is writing alone
Where feeling euphoria was never known
The spark of magic was never shown
To the naked eyes glow...

It's my own passion to write and record
Since art doesn't mind if you're corroded and cold
Or happy, gloomy, angry, or sorry
A song is a way to restore the glory of an ill relationship

Her face is hollow to whom was beloved
Even people are hollow to attract, then shove
Other people away who don't fit in a cereal box

a self-imposed mold

Invisible thoughts, invisible emotions
Invisible dreams, invisible notions...fearful that what once was wasn't or maybe isn't is it....