I am an orange ball Bouncing up and down Bright and glaring Guiding others Showing them how to sing This song An important song I start by building them Cell by cell Until they are free Then I feed them So they grow And learn I am an orange ball Sometimes they sing high And […]
They killed the poem with over punctuation Licking wounds with ticks and commers Bullet wholes peppered the corpse Fulle stops bleeding holes of stattico gun fire They cut the flesh from it leaving a skeleton of stark meaning Intracasies in a depth of deep meanings It was sadly edited into a shallow grave
What of the sound that built the word? What of the word that built the story? What of the story that built the concept? What of the concept that built the world? What of the world that built the people? What of the people who built the sound?
Just a girl broken, small Just a girl smiling faintly Just a girl tearful, restrained Just a girl hurting Just a girl no one on her own Just a girl full of hate Just a girl seeming insane Just a girl on her own Just a girl longing Just a girl numbed by the shout […]