same love, many languagestwo heartbeats are exactly like two mirrors facing eachother,same love, many languages4 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the pains are simular but different and continue infinitely
Hātobīto wa, seikaku ni tagaini taikō suru 2tsu no mirā no yōna mono itami wa itsuwari naku,
kotonatte ite, mugen ni tsudzukeru
zwei Herzschlägen sind genau wie zwei Spiegel einander zugewandt sind,
die Schmerzen simular aber anders und weiterhin unendlich
The SpiralThe cord has snapped, where am I now?The Spiral3 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Demented clowns, all around.
I came so far, I became a god.
This round has slammed me to the ground.
My mind is unsound, and obscurity abounds.
The trees don't even look the same.
The air, feels different.
I seek the next stimulant.
What do I trust?
I fear, I'm done with it.
My soul has perished.
My mind is not too far behind.
What is this world? What is my crime?
Bells ring cynical chimes.
Burning dimes, and scribbling rhymes.
What am I? My life's, in shreds.
Perhaps this is what it takes,
for the poet to write again.
Why have you forsaken me?
-Justin Blake Poythress