Afito's Adventures

Hello,

The name's afiah. I'm currently 18, and I get a year older on the 29th of April.
Because of how this world is no place for a mind or a thought, I feel it best to manifest my ideas into the virtual world. After all, my global position systems are vocally addressed. Oh, and you could say that I can get a teeny bit mental at times.




posted : Saturday, July 30, 2011
title : Poetry
I want to write poetry

But I can't; for poetry is for the wrecked
the ravaged and the ruined
This genial day is one to let sorrows pass
Not one to be writing poetry.

As day turns to night
Begins the vulnerability of human might-
Caving in, as darkness engulfs light

Claustrophobia looms over
Not to closure, but to company;
They say safety comes in numbers
But I beg to differ

What good is company?
One would rather be disengaged from politics
And with that I shall pursue Isolationism

I want to write poetry
But I finally can; for poetry is for the wrecked
the ravaged and the ruined
Nightfall is one to let sorrows pass
Definitely one to write poetry.

(P.S I feel like this all the time wonder if any of you feel the same)