Float
I have reached into the beyond
Grabbed glitter from the stars
Burned my bridges with its dust
Found myself in mental wonder lust
So boring this world is
Amongst its petty pseudosupernatural conflict
Stained with tears of the weak
I escape to the castles in my sleep
I can float
I can dream
I can tangle myself in a net of peace
What an escape
From all the hate
A world I have not yet to contemplate.
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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