PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

(When You're Stifled)

Multiple loops,

Under a screen,

Forming to putty,

A putty of a mind's bored colors.

As I try to study,

I'll find my tranquil bleedings,

Learn of their importance,

And pretend to hear you speak.

We'll make vulgar puzzles,

Drive away each other,

And after the procession,

I'll return to my mutation.



(While You're Bored)

I'm convinced of these bits,

Rainbows and decor,

That litter me for nothing,

Coloring my wits.

I bet they're super-natural,

I bet they come from God,

I bet they could destroy me,

Maybe I could eat one.

Could it send me off?

Or could it tie me down?

I will fight the fire,

I will try it out!



(If You're Observant)

When I dream of love,

All I see are pastels,

Ruining my eyelids,

Furthering my rot.

I cannot taste the sounds,

Or remember the aromas,

Because the shades they come,

And they feel so natural.

So while I forget to keep evolving,

I'll return to my primes,

Praying for fulfillment,

While I pretend to be an artist.