pale skin burns the sun it burns me i have been called the sun my hair, it is golden my eyes, the grey and blue, like the sky where the sun sits but my skin is fragile and no matter how hard i try to become the sun it will always burn me
Author Archives: thewandereroftheworlds
future
In the end i hear you two mutter with lovestruck smiles five years out of college beyond the point where we are now i listen i always do i have no idea where we will be if you will be an engineer like you said, working with your hands and if you will be anContinue reading “future”
one purity and the darkness two
one purity, begging for others to see their love for another a love can only be admired, not replicated two respond, begging for darkness to consume them and take them away one may jest and quickly denies, explaining it was only a joke while the other smiles, a mask that no one can see pastContinue reading “one purity and the darkness two”
but alas
they are odd unusual, and off one is headstrong stupidly stubborn and has no sense of others’ feelings blind and naive in what others say it can be a curse but alas, we love one will pick and pry for pleasure sometimes not knowing the limits but it is all a cover because for themContinue reading “but alas”
mantra
forgive but never forget
a blessing to 2018
new year, new me lies it is difficult to break old habits i will try and keep trying but i do know that it is impossible
judgment
i hope no one ever reads this book of poems or whatever it may be in its complete form bot because of errors But because i can already feel their judgement on me
revenant
my hearts beats with the drums of war these glassy eyes reflect a soul, battered, torn yet somehow beautiful this mind echoes the legends and myths of those long dead and these limbs shake with a rage that rattles all who witness only a physical death can end me now because everything else is dead
men, dear, not boys
i dream of boys men with lips dripping with the honey of truth rather than the sting of lies
a thousands crowns is not enough
you deserve a crown for dealing with a person like me
a poet's confessional 