PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A blank page

A burning heart

I haven’t felt this way in a long time



I feel myself molding

Disappearing into my surroundings

The fire bleeding onto the floor



I find myself lost

Into a world

Of pain fuelled creativity



Why do these tears

Feed the words that a smile

Prevented me from finding



Sensation, frustration

From the eyes of above that demand

A loyalty and truth never unfolded



Trapped inside the dark little world

With tiny windows for perspective

However did we ever grow in the dark?



A knowledge funded by our ego

Poisoned by mainstream opinion

Blinding the windows



Belief is a nice term for lies

Lies are a harsh term for ideas

Ideas are what help us grow



But we’ve all got to believe in something



We are still young

But we are alive

And can always find the chance to be happy



I still find myself blinded by a mainstream smile

Of ink filled words

That line a blank page