Tomorrow

The perfume won't hide I haven't showered for days,

My rooms a mess and my brain just breaks.

I go to the monster for another mistake.

I scream, I laugh, and I cry;

I reach to the top of the sky,

I'm invincible. 

While he shoots through my blood,

it pours out my mouth.

Her eyes watch like wild flowers,

a dozen daises, meeting the Earth.

When does dawn break?

My back will start to ache.

To the place I'v ever known,

Nothing grows, nothing old.

Tomorrow we'll be born again.

To a place like the Summerlands.

Reviews

[P.S.Chance]

Intriguing ... not sure what you are talking about, especially the part "her eyes watch like wild flowers, a dozen daisies, meeting the Earth". then it does leave the reader to come to their own conclusions which is the beauty of poetic prose. good job!

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you so much! :3

[Rob Santana]

Random feelings,thoughts,confusion, I like it alot....

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you!!

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads like shooting up Roxi. Great poem

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you! :)

[Kelsey]

This is quite interesting and beautifully written. I love the flow, as well, and the word choice is lovely. Great job. :)

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you dear!! :-)

[TTBoy28]

"While he shoots through my blood..." what a way to see the angels of the Summerlands! This is quite powerful! Just how high can you get from an invisible reach? Penned very well here! Tomorrow's just another day.

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you!! :)

[TTBoy28]

It's my pleasure!