A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley

Opposites attract.

Blue Skies, Burnt Grass
The limit is your grave
Skeletons dance with souls
Smiles, and dried tears on their faces
Birds and cages merge to create life
When the birds escape, Death occurs
Black lakes, scorched eyes, and burnt grass
White teeth, blue auras, and white clouds
You create, and I destroy
I hate you
I'm sorry
I love you as well
Bones in the garden
Feathers in the grave

© 2017 Mip/John K. Brierley

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Mip/John K. Brierley
Criticism is always welcome.

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Added on July 10, 2017
Last Updated on July 10, 2017
Tags: Life, Death


Mip/John K. Brierley
Mip/John K. Brierley

Deadville, IL

I'm a writer with big ideas and no motivation to put them down. Hopefully you don't mind younger me's writing cause compared to current me's, it's ramen noodles. more..