My attempts at making the world, make sense.

these are my pointless poems.
I hope you don't mind them being here.
I do need to put them somewhere.

A wish to Linger.

I wish to linger. For a second. For an instant. I wish to exist for a moment more than I have.

A Wanting

I have this Idea. Sort of, it's distant. (Really pointless poem...)

Lacking an End.

I noticed a few quirks about our strangeness; There are many things we are eager to defend, like the reasons for business, Or an un-loyal friend. We call ourself a smart race,

Revolution

"Fear for the end" They cry in dispare. "Fear for the end" They make their purpose clear. Bricks break windows Red curtains catch flame.

Kingdoms Falling

A fire. A fire. Burn. Bring. Break. A fire. A fire. Take. Take. Take. A diamond. A demon. A dazzling star. Like the blinding lights of a speeding car.

Subject 352

They said stay put. I listened, for a bit.

Wondering

Broken. Broken. Broken wings. Waiting for the better things questioning the lettering and the stories they told her. Broken from the little things. Quiet beings quickly losing

Wow.

Wow. Good wow. The kind of good that makes me sad. The kind of sad that leaves me breathless. A wordless kind of breathless. The kind of wordless that hurts.