Strange Life

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Something random I thought up, not sure if any of it makes sense...

Poetry on her lips.
Desire for chaos.
Demons calling
between those teeth.
Full of empty.
Can't fall asleep.
Thoughts are
the echoes
with cracks
that breathe.
Strange life,
strange figures.
The mountains ahead
will drag you
to the end
of the world.

© 2017 I Am Svetlana

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Added on June 28, 2017
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I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

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"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..