Poems from BrevLyon
The little people in my head never go away.
There’s anxiety,
Finding the negative in the outside world.
Scared to go outside,
In fear of...
1. 2. 3. 1. 2. 3. pause
BEat drones like a belle
where does the noise aller?
interruption With pleurs
oh, wIll miner
bell rings as my Temps...
They say great minds think alike
Does the intellect think of life
Or of ever looming death
The cloud of thunder rolls in
Light streaks the...
(Oh)
(What)
(Is Love?)
(Love is an)
(Ellipse, not all)
(Quite perfect nor)
(A complete circle)
(If made correctly,)
(It can be an)
(...
This is a poem of importance
Even though
This isn’t a class look and listen poem.
And
This isn’t a simple pointless childish little...