Poetry scraps
Scraps of mediocre poetry written by yours truly
Up late
my silent protest against the night sky
still unwilling to say goodbye.
by morning it’s noon, and I’ll wonder why
I wasted an evening with a wistful sigh.
Demon, Demon
demon, demon
you’ve been knocking at my door
I dare not take my eyes off you
cuz’ you shake me to my core
demon, demon
I’ll sleep with one eye open
afraid of what you’ll bring tomorrow
followin’ where I’m goin’
Untitled 1
feeling like the days will just never seem to end
not enough energy, never time to play
“never ending mystery,” people just pretend,
“what can we ever do? ain’t another way”
thought it would be easy, but now my youth is over
bank account gone negative, check if my mattress’ spent
tv says prosperity, but I don’t even know her
clocked in and I’m checked out, ain’t even making rent