Poems from mrzcheekerz
Tragedies;
they happen
and there is nothing
anyone else can do about them.
They are a fact of life;
weights on a scale
balancing the sweet...
I worry that I am not a good writer
and that I am just fooling myself.
And maybe I am,
But I will not be one to leave necessary words...
Flaming trees sway in an airless breath,
but all you see is variants of black
. The gnarly wood, that isn't there,
burns in a fiery ice...
A column of abused air
escapes from these lips,
threatening to shatter
the barrier of sound,
and the perfect, airtight
supposition of what...
The effects of a past riddled with bullets;
empty shells, empty lies,
hit the pavement,
resounding with the weight of all lies past.
You...