World Is

World Is

A Poem by melancholia skies

My try at melancholia trances. > w <

World Is

World is blue,
Life is as slow as glue.
Change the nostalgic hue.
I'm tired,
Default is not wired.
Nothing to be conspired.
Oh small child.
Playful and wild.
I smiled.
World is spinning.
I'm not winning.
Child just grinning.
Deep envy.
No plea.
Not rude to me.
Still angry.
World is taunting.
Time endlessly haunting.
World is aggravating.
Anxiety and melancholia,
Black Dahlia.
Await same fate.
Plunging within hate.
Aid is late.

© 2010 melancholia skies

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weird, seems to have a very broken steam of thought, but that just adds to it.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on January 7, 2010
Last Updated on January 7, 2010


melancholia skies
melancholia skies

Bradford, Canada

18. canada. female. not active, at all. most of this stuff is before i hit puberty lol. until you get into things not written with proper uppercases. then i was in puberty, LOL. new account for mat.. more..