Young poet who enjoys writing poems while trying to avoid the cliché. I tend not to include words featured in a poem as part of it's title. I started writing poetry back in September 2019, so I am pretty new to it.
The Light Box
Filament burns, fingers touching static glass. Drunk with self-depreciating guilt as eye's tap dance in unison to a scripted feeling. Ink tracing those familiar lines cliched by experience. this time with a heavier hand, forged through fear- now's the time to be brave...
Syllables paint the walls a coherent mess fumbling from corner to corner, eroding my haven. Skin scraped by sharp rhetoric’s that bounce from surfaced stone, hard and beating. I want a smothering of hard plaster to heal the wounds.
Vivid drops of a thought bleed, bound to thick paper, soaked by restricted flow. swirling in circles, trademarking the page, a hyperbole of constants too damp to dry.
Rubber scrapes the soil orchestrating a path with feet. Watching tread copyright nature with a flawed melody, a percussion of leaves crunches beneath, touching gales with a verse of words- before the chorus fades.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Being Human (18/02/2020)
The Thought (13/02/2020)
The Light Box (25/01/2020)
Two Thousand And Eight (12/01/2020)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/hannnah
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