There's madness in enlightenment,
preferring darkly recesses of denial
whilst moon descends sensibilities,
shedding white powder florescence
fracturing every crack & crevice,
most days long to dwell
in oblivion, remembers it fondly,
before unicorns and monsters
became real and materialized
taunting duskiest memories
always knew in her bones
that something was askew,
fear and breathlessness
a huge part of her psyche,
on the surface she seemed
to have it together but,
her marrow was aware,
as dysfunctional trembled - -
nagging blitzed neurons,
felt its prevailing intrusiveness
a foreboding presence beckoning
in blindingly echoed vocalizations,
long before time even existed
She lives in continuous disorder,
tucked away within her own reflection
chaos extruding every wakeful moment,
powerless to cease mind-boggling adaptations
Categories:
duskiest, allegory, confusion, evil, fear,
Form: Free verse
Live like there’s no tomorrow,
Dance it like there’s no sorrow.
Sing songs like everything is endless,
Laugh things like you’re feeling breathless.
Live like there’s no tomorrow,
Hit hearts with your edgiest arrow.
Shout things out with shimmering spark,
Forget things in your duskiest dark.
Live like there’s no tomorrow,
Run hardly like no one sees your sow.
Get drunk like you won’t ever stay,
Play things like you ever want to slay.
Live like there’s no tomorrow,
Write poems in your rarest thorough.
Say things that you have never said,
Live life before things get it end.
Categories:
duskiest, future, life,
Form: Carpe Diem