Poems from sciolist
Made this account in 2014, and I can only guess it was to force myself to try something brave and put my thoughts out there, though it doesn't seem like I ever did. It only took eight whopping years to come full circle and find myself here again. Let's see if history really repeats itself.
Looking at my muddy reflection
in the iron-laden puddle that lay at my feet,
I was transported from another world
and fell back into...
That blood in the water
is not from a body
but rose up naturally rusty
from the moment this world began.
By it, social flowers try to sing...
I'm sitting on the tongue of a wild beast--
The red rasp stained like concrete when children scape their knees.
I can't fall. I know I can'...