DANCING CREATURE
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They, call me a monster
Burned in sugared tar , rusted from the insides
They do not see
My face
My breath devours their every being
So as with my question.
Where is you?
Not what they see
But the porcelain figure that was cracked
Gold dripping within its cracks
Fire desires your dancing plate
But fortune lacks
For those of the tap tap tapping sound
The gold slides down, never shall it seal those wounds
They make money from the cuts
Because gold is not fortunate
That is why there faces mould with green
If they lie there waiting
Will I not fade?
If desires eat and greed is hungry
How is it that I do not bleed?
My face is thunder for though invisible I am loud.
And yet I am ripped and torn and burnt
But when,
For just my own
I can free my terrors and be life
So that when all is frowned
It is not
And like our paths we must not fell
As this is heaven to my hell
My dream in life is to become a fashion design which I will admit is different to writing however I have a passion for poetry and writing. My poetry finds it's passion in life, I'm inspired by pain, beauty and strength. I love the world but also hate it which reflects in my poetry often. I love cats, friends and sweet foods which I find in my life often and am grateful for it. In the future I hope at some point I will be living cozily in a cottage somewhere with lots of cats, books and mushroom related decor and so poetry will live as a friend all my life as I know life will be hard especially until then.