Stop trying to write the perfect poem
Write a poem about living.
Not that flower, not that bird.
Write it in a whisper if you feel silence
Write it in a scream if you feel pain
Live the poem, Feel the poem
Pen the poem in your own tears if needed
It’s the one poem you already know how to write.
It’s the one poem you already wrote
All you have to do is copy it down.
i found you
again today,
faded and dusty
inside a rusty box
on the top shelf
of a dark closet,
inside my head.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
We all quiver at the feet of the inevitable,
the black robe, scythe and all.
The man beneath the shadows
in the black robe, standing tall.
No one seems to question,
we just sit and we adhere.
Well what about you, Death,
what is it that you might fear?
