Xanadu
 

My brain is silent when I need it to produce poetic lines to fulfill my final year of high school english class. Poetry pictured in my hea

Standing ready to release all my anguish As the rain beats upon my head, the whole Weight of the world — damning — If not to drive me to ins

The bright fiery daytime dwindles into a night of a cooling dark blue as if one has sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Why should not folks be mad My dear, when women Wear the same painted face And men the same slant

When I need the mime to take over me, the talkative announcer comes out. When I need to stay voiceless, every side of me arrive

Moonlight danced over the shallow waters illuminating the seaglass with soft, round edges. Tiny multi-colored fish darting through the crack

proud boys and police walk the streets of NYC hand in hand like lovers from the Seine they want us dead so they can sell our heads on eBay

Lost individuals long to live accompanied. Loneliness gets lame, and pairs tend to form. Like two middle-aged people soon to be lov

It’s a word and a few letters combined. Located in the beginning It’s a new meaning— It’s a new word— Playing tricks on you. Confusing your

Why? Why am I here? What’s my purpose? Who is Henry Denham? And why did he make me? Why in the 1580s?