Poems from ArtfulBohemian

Not A Poet
I don't write poetry. I don't. Existential ramblings, maybe. Stream-ofconsciousness thoughts and unfounded social commentaries made late at...
Fragment No. 2
They speak of heresy and witchcraft  But create gods out of Men They make me the martyr And forget that to spill blood is still a sin. I am...
Fragment No. 1
Fragment No. 1 …I keep my mouth closed  I don’t try to speak But I can feel my bones Rebelling My blood is screaming, “REVOLUTION!...
The Insufferable Child
The Insufferable Child No one wants to play her games For she is an insufferable child She is the one who is always blamed For she is an...
Untitled
Someone once told me that wings were growing  out of her shoulder blades At First, I didn’t believe her- Not until the day that she took...