Memories illuminate from within my soul,
Project to the brain like a colour film roll,
Movies of times past play so emotional,
As saltwater leaks from eyes parochial,
Attempts to disembark this overwrought rollercoaster,
Always end with me as self roaster,
I find every reason for self deprecation,
Instead of grasping for self made elation,
We could all benefit from a cerebral vacation,
A walk in the woods to reset baser sensation,
Leaving behind seeds of self loathing,
Heading back to town in the emperor's new clothing.
~Farls Tokley
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Past Tense Defence
PoesiaThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
