Poems from RPrado
I am . . .
Reserved,
Reflected,
Becoming the Reserved Reflection of Light,
Circular,
Cunning,
Lightning Cunning through Circular objects,...
Accidently acquired ancient artifacts--
Beneath broken bridges by bitter blood--
Containing clear circular covered colors.
Dear Dad, Devil...
The apple equals the entire poem.
The apple is the imagery of the title.
Each apple is a different perspective.
The seeds of the apple are...
I rather die...
than force myself to sleep.
Thinking that everything should be eiditic;
something so sweet or so sour - slowly peels.
Just...
Attention...
Writing is different,
so stop being imcompetent;
leaving behind useless memories.
Listen to what comes out of your mouth!
You...