Sparx

Uninspired

If death tried to
rape me
I would throw away
my clothes
so he could consume me
I am a bird whose wings
Have been tied and eyes
Blinded
I’ am a beautiful bird yet
I cannot fly into my imagination
my poem tells me my stanzas
are gold
yet my poem knows Mr. liar is
holding his hand
I’m like a lost painter
who has nothing
to paint
So death be my savior and kiss
my body with your killer lips
I’ am lost in the realms of life
without inspiration

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"KNIVES AND RHYMES"

Jaguar

Good job! One suggestion though, you should divide it up into stanzas so it can be more clear.

ms. vodka

nice imagery.

disagree about stanzas, i think it's quite clear the way it is...

but you are the writer, not i.

vodka