Pinnochio dragman brought the circus class
With his painted purple shoes and his bit of sass
He is a fancy one someone was wise to say
I agreed automatically, watching him enjoy his day
Some tried to make fun, but he would have none of that.
He knows himself, and confidently wears a silly hat.
Pinnochio dragman is my hero, he does not get ruffled.
He sent the instigator packing, irritated and truffled.
Categories:
truffled, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I Think, Therefore Am I?
Neck cracking penumbra
shines on starlit mundanity
ebon macabre epiphanies
fogwebs of my morality
my tongue twists ceaselessly
trinkets of truffled profanity
dearest mirror, mirror reality
has humanity cursed me?
For the fatality of dreams
bared in broken bosoms
of madness and brutality
masked by faux urbanity
crowns like a dead infant
delivered from its womb
into the arms of inanity
a morbidly, tragic formality
But still steadfast I warrior
heart held bleeding in hand
cur-sed whispers of volcanity
bent echoes of forced vitality
to sever the seams of malady
and hand scribe the braindust
of my cursive minded mentality
upon reams of papered therapy
shrouded by inky black misery
of things thought but never told
to a world swilled in sugar beliefs
of dappled sun and spun parasols
rainbow thoughts and red carousels
while I continue to wander down
this darkened tunnel of insanity
January 27, 2017
Categories:
truffled, humanity, perspective, psychological,
Form: Free verse