three shape poems

6/13/15

I'm

 hand-

cuffed by

parentheses 

and dragging dead

weight behind my words,

chained to the unspoken until

rules are unwritten, and reality

unravels like a wool sweater

knit   with   tears.

 

 

 

 

==                                       ==

//                                      //          

                                    //            //

                           //        //

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In my present, I do my            best to forget the past

//   and focus on the future            winding around empty    

//        halls of uncertain terms            and  crawling through        

//          non-existent  clouds of            old cigarettes and grief          

 

that choke the air around            me. I try to remember  

that today is a  gift from            the unknown. I write my

words on empty  canvas            and swan dive into ever

swirling paint as  I  bare             my soul as my sacrifice

 

 

.I. 

will fight

for my free-

dom. In

..

darkness,  I 

shall light the

way  for  my 

ancestors and

 march  on  to  

better  days...

towards   the 

eastern sun -

                                 rise and bright                            ==

                                      tomorrows.  My                     //            

                     heart shines with poetry and marks the                   ||

path through battlegrounds. I bleed my words as a sacrifice for hope.

 

Author's Note

no idea if the shapes are going to turn out (I'm transferring this from my allpoetry account. It's a tear drop, a present, and a candle.