This place is haunted, I swear
I say with my back turned
To the shadows. There's a hostage
situation developing very quickly.
One mind seized in a hostile takeover.
by rotten, inverted nostalgia.
The kind that delights in reminding you
About who you left behind
There's a mysterious tall be-denimed figure
Hiding in the trees.
A bespectacled angel in a floral dress
Parts the grass in aloof grace
There's a lost soul in the bushes
Smiling shyly from the shadows
With feet that taste of nervous joy
and lips of rose that are desperate to be adored
There's a hazy hologram of silhouettes
Laughing on the horizon
An ancient sunset dichotomy
Years later, I'm still watching.
Still waiting.
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Standing in the Shadows of Giants
ΠοίησηMy first attempt at a poetry collection, this is a selection of works that I mainly wrote across the summer of 2010, with some other stuff in there too. Forbidden love, unrequited love, love in general, betrayal, social observation - it's all here t...