dove – original poem

So I know I haven’t posted anything in a while, and I had promised this poem back in March, but I’m back! That’s good, right? I’ll write an update tomorrow so you guys know what I’m up to. I feel like there’s some big stuff.
Anywho this is the second poem that I had prepared for the Poetry Slam at York University. I did not qualify to the second round, so no one has really heard this. Or read it.

Matches and fires, sticks with barbed wires;
Chaos and fear run happily and free.
Great big men in suits, and other liars,
Will be the first amongst you who will flee.

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solutions – original poem

In celebration of National Poetry Day, I’m releasing this poem. It’s a poem I wrote a while ago and stuffed away, and have only really looked back at it today.

I don’t know why, I’ve been feeling very morose.
I could take something for it; a pill, I suppose.
But I prefer the high I get off of life,
Like forgetting the feeling of a dozen mice
Whilst they scatter along up and down your skin,
Or losing the thought that everything you do is a sin.

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