Pounding brain;

twisted mind.

How do I write a poem?

A day-dream on repeat,

time to write a poem.

Bittersweet-lethargic soul of mine; smells retched, & divine.

A lullaby that make us; tears of sorrow & joy, continuously crying.

Wishing, pleading for something

Someone

young lagoon is lovely to the serenity of the eyes that leak dew drops of wonder into the soul,

but we barely know ourselves.

Always discovering & dying.

Re-birthing, regenerating.

Gyrating, & spinning, violenly thrashing about the echos of the walls-

painful laughter fills the air,

realizing that both the life, & death,

are one in the same.

I wrote a poem.