she's strange
says the world
the way she wears her troubles
as a thorny crown
spray painted platinum
she never did have a taste
for neon
I think she's pretty
damn cool
she's the queen
of her rocky domain
she owns every struggle
never bragging
of the path she trudges
she quickly adapted
to walking in the dark
those who have truly been through hell
rarely speak of it
her stories lay forever hidden
in her bloody headpiece
I have died
so many times
I've lost count
of the nights
I lay in my bed
for the last time
hands covering my face
I no longer feel
the sting of daylight
And in a moment
yet again
I become porous
To his musings
This man
of such strength
Sturdy
Consistent
A flawless rock
of brightly lit imperfections
That cause my heart to stumble
Over itself
With the ability to humble himself
Down to the level
of a sore minded poet
Not afraid
to throw his senses overboard
For the sake
of yet another analogy
To show he can relate to the likes
of me
Light like his...
can't be caged
And when you're fully healed and no longer easily broken you'll retire to a quaint dwelling barely large enough for one maybe by the sea but most likely a cabin buried deep in the woods tucked away from society and you will live out your life in isolation because this is what you dreamt of for so long while everyone else flocked to the tall cities your soul retreated as it always had felt safer alone
I want to disappear from society
Vanish from the public eye
Live in simplicity
Thrive in isolation
Away from the passersby
And write poetry
Forever
he's a modern-day Buk
from his ideals
to his marked cheeks
sturdy in his individuality
so strong within himself
disregarding popular opinion
trading public favor for passion
the eyes of a poet
dark without end
telling of a world only he knows
the grin of a madman
who has frowned for far too long
I can't wait to hear
what he has to say
