presence
Learn more about other poetry terms
None of the phenomena can compare with the flicker of fireflies in the evening. Fireworks are dwarfed in size to them, even a parade.
In losing, but still finding
In finding, feeling lostness
In dreams achieved, you’ll notice
The unavoidable abyss
The chasm of the chase: ever yearning, never sate
As I scroll through my feed
On Facebook, Twitter, Insta
All I see is the chaos
The crimes committed
The idols worshipped
The relationships ruined
We hit the like button
Good morning
great morning
the sun is up it is burning
my soul on fire raging like its storming
grateful for the day i am earning
Phase 1:The rain was eating the world
The acid drops falling into attack
At first they had been glistening
Sparkling clear, like giant glass tears
I can feel that when I kiss you
The smallness of your face and lips
In that their delicacy intrigues me
In a deep and primal way,
And in that strength it gives me
I am able to feel that lovely vulnerability
I can feel you
I know your here
I can feel you walking around
I can feel you cooking breakfast
Your presence makes me smile
Your presence makes me cry
I'm happy.
In the blackest of the night, It glides through the overgrown grassand threw the sewers under the city streets.It swallows the minds of innocents.It rips into the lost souls.
The subway is never empty at night.
By midnigth the street pets come out.
They scatter throught out the subway grounds.
In search of memories people left behind.
Items of comfort.
I sit down in the window seatand set my bag down beside me.I need to be alone.The train begins its epileptic convulsionsand screeches from within itself like it has Tourette's,but my only affirmation
