PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Just when you thought you were burning bright, you burned down into a transmuting puddle of wax its soft, smooth tendrils beginning to solidify into grotesque and lovely forms on a cluttered desk where there's a notice board to which a hodgepodge of angels and memories are pinned with melted thumbtacks

   and you're looking at old Polaroid photographs

        ribbons

               achievements

                           fingersmooth paper

   and a key that unlocks your old diary

where the pages aren't stained with blood

     but with dirt from overeager fingers

touching everything with wondered eyes

    like it was all a new experience

and in a way it was as though you could see through a transparent world except you were really just staring into the infintismal reflection of a hundredth of a thousandth of life that was yours, the other fraction hidden from your view, and in a way you're still doing the same thing: sitting in a cardboard box and thinking you know the universe.