Poems from iambehindtheglasses
Everyone is annoying.
Their sickly, saccharine perfumes are cloying,
Jocks and bimbos prattling about inconsequential things
while...
A ring of endless light,
An empty plain of nothingness,
A place for those who fight,
Where lost lovers caress,
And white sands glimmer,...
It seems as if the whole world has frozen,
Everything quiet and still,
The trees are gnarled and arthritic fingers,
Thrusting darkly,...