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Angelica Greer Poem
As I sit and howl at the Moon
I take form in the light
running in the night
chasing the sky
moving with clouds.
Im wild and free
my feet hit the ground
footprints in the cold mud
i become stripped of society
as i become one with nature
wind blowing through my hair like trees
this is my compass
i navigate throught the forests of life
the rain pours as i dance in beauty
the river flows down the valley
as i unveil the real me
naked in the wilderness
i rest with the beasts
i tame the inner me
run from the conformities
to who,what calls me home
Copyright © Angelica Greer | Year Posted 2016
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Angelica Greer Poem
As the words flow across my mouth
without sound they sit on the tip of my tongue
Unsaid the beautiful and out with the ugly
My words overflowing
out like nothing
filling my mouth as it pours insanities
splashing as it hits inside
wripilling every part of you.
Slandering's of beautiful lies
As a bed of roses every word crowned with a thorn
piercing every piece of peace.
Casting stones with nothing
invisible,tasteless, toxic
endless ramblings of nothing
inhaling wasting the exhale
beating the inner me like a drum
I hear thunder in your words but
it still means nothing.
I savour the moment of silence
I've tasted nothing
but the sorrow on your lips
Your words became less of a fruit
rotten to core
once heaven rested on your lips
and now there is nothing to taste anymore
Copyright © Angelica Greer | Year Posted 2016
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Details |
Angelica Greer Poem
As the words flow across my mouth
without sound they sit on the tip of my tongue
Unsaid the beautiful and out with the ugly
My words overflowing
out like nothing
filling my mouth as it pours insanities
splashing as it hits inside
wripilling every part of you.
Slandering's of beautiful lies
As a bed of roses every word crowned with a thorn
piercing every piece of peace.
Casting stones with nothing
invisible,tasteless, toxic
endless ramblings of nothing
inhaling wasting the exhale
beating the inner me like a drum
I hear thunder in your words but
it still means nothing.
I savour the moment of silence
I've tasted nothing
but the sorrow on your lips
Your words became less of a fruit
rotten to core
once heaven rested on your lips
and now there is nothing to taste anymore
Copyright © Angelica Greer | Year Posted 2016
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