Sheetz
Sheets- warm and cozy- ocean waves of blue
Arms- long and frail- bones of the ancients
Walls- brick and iron- let no one escape
There buzzed- sang- a tiny bee
A bee so yellow like the sun
Gabriel- buzzes above me- take me
The walls grow dark- eat upon the translucent white
I gasp- blood shot eyes- the door does not exist
Air- grey, white, gold- slips from me
The bee buzzes and buzzes- no
Legs- long and pale- useless to me
Touche moi- tongues of age and of love
Eyes- muddy dreams upon the porcelain plate- look frantically
no air- what had the sheets been for?
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I began my love for poetry so long ago I can't even begin to put a date on it. * WARNING Many of the topics I write about have to do with my life, so sometimes my poems can get a bit personal. But, most of the time they can just be a form of conceptional art. Forgive me if the poems are too vague, I taught myself how to write poems based symbolism techniques, so a lot of the nouns in my poems stand for other things. (which is in almost every case) Thank you in advance for reading. =D
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