#createpoems

Faces change But feelings stay the same Painting the perfect picture Has never seemed so perfect But to perfect a thing which is naturally imperfect Is imperfect, A recipe for disaster A catalyst for broken promises A pacifist for deep-seeded dishonesty A fall from grace, Now I'm falling from this kissing tree The crystal become clouded and the pistol becomes a sound you dread Pain is fed, fed and fed But you become starved Life's halved Beauty becomes farmed, armed With only instinct and an intrinsic sense Of persistence which rejects future commitment and you're left starved, halved, scarred From this bow and arrow Released by the woman from Mars.

These flowering demons

Metaphysical migration to another dimension Adjusting beyond our physical plane of vision They said it was a figment but it fits so naturally, The sinner, the deceitful, the reality. What does it mean when I am neither here or there What should I pack? What ideas should I wear? What will insurance cover? Need I not despair? A migration, an ascension of essence, Existing in a boundary, now free from existence.

The lines you've responded with so far are perfect! Please keep them coming, I can't wait for the finished result X