Poetry Blog by Twilbury Wist
This thing we call living
It should be easy
This thing they call living
It should be a way
Out of the pond
And when the mist lifts
All these misfits
Should have learned
How to swim their way home
As they stumble
Towards the sunlight
They are met
By arrows of pain
It's never easy
This thing they call dying
There's no way
To climb out of this pond
Tuesday 30th October 2018 11:50 pm
plasticine
Although it is not
Up to you
Which thoughts
Appear in your head
You are in
Control
Of what you do
With them
How you shape them
And how you allow
Them to shape
You
Is in your hands
Alone
For we are all malleable
And although
This makes us
Vulnerable
It is only the
Plasticine people
Who melt
In the glare
Of the
Dying sun
Friday 3rd August 2018 8:27 am
What went before
The mystic rain
Pours
From the umbrella sky
In a rainbow
Of shining puddles
Laying beneath
What went before
Leaving no answers
As the dying questions
Fizzle
In the half light
Left by the place
Where the sun
Used to be
In the space
Between shadows
your soul
Hiccups
Whilst your mind
Dances
And you whisk
Yourself away
Into
The infinity
Of madness
Where a world
Spins
I...
Tuesday 29th May 2018 9:55 am
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