Poems from Apop Tosis
The path is one of these
A darkened angel
Or you and me
Our lack there of
A vacancy
A forest fire
A paradise
A hurricane
The path is...
Honey dew drips down my spine
my veins reach out
to negate existance of this vine
oh silly me
i will be free
fall is coming in due time...
We sit in the stillness
like drapery over a closed window
time drags and there is only humble silence
clouds of anxiety and forewarning...
We are born unwonted.
some keep up with such a wonky personality,
some are pushed into categories
by the dogmatic dictators of society,...
My shoulders sit crooked, laden with guilt...
How can i strive to study such in human minds,
Yet refuse to come to terms with my own...