*Quiet agony,
my own private symphony;swaying pendulum.
hinging back & forth,
in variant pacemaker sorts,
recite mine heart... rung out roar;
further drifting away the safety shores,
resting upon rotting particle board;
slowly layered in cellophane core,
jumbling such splintered inner cords;Clouds gathering in turbulent matter,
emotions play dangerous till tattered;
eyes will not bawl to splatter -
instead bask under the glint of an infrequent Saturn,
as this rocking wood deteriates & scatters,
cold deprives bone with inevitable disaster -
disguised naturally of tranquil
&
azured armed dapper.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...