#CreationDay – Let the ice embrace you in this poem of mine.
Malfunction [Freeverse Poetry]
I was the definition of a malfunction. A machine that had feelings. How funny. Machines aren’t supposed to feel. They aren’t supposed to cry or laugh. But I do. I’m a machine that feels. One that hurts every moment I swallow oil to lubricate my gears. One that hurts every moment I flip the “On” switch on the side of my …
An Ocean Inside [Dark, Freeverse Poetry]
I have an ocean inside me, Motion, a wave of emotion, Rippling through bones and beating insides The oxygen, where are you? The salt, seeping in my lungs Each breath, hoarse, nails running down red flesh, Blood washed away, the waves curl. The sharks inside me tremble. They smell the crimson, the dripping organs Now filled with sand – solid, …