I suppose The real monster Inside us all Is the one that we trap The snide remark we don’t say The cutting look All hidden
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
I am not strong You will never know me to say That I am beautiful I know, with my whole entire being I am defined by my reflection
Who do you see? When you look deep into your own eyes? Do you recognize the man you have become? or Do you fear the lines in your skin, that mark the passage of time?
The sky is on fire The forest screams They cover their saplings They look to the streams The sky is on fire The humans roar
By Siobhan McSweeney3 years ago in Poets
Welcome to my shoppe, I have riches abound Each bauble has a price, please look around Welcome dear sellers and buyers alike
Two brothers wait alone in the wood, One of them sat, while the other one stood. Both were still, in the dead of night Both marking time with a feeling of fright.
I’ve become the girl who stares at walls Replaying old conversations, she hopes you call She loses time in memories thrall
Tall, lonely, barren, Forever up in the sky Watching those below
