TheDemiDevil

everything is so dark

and so blurry

like stars scattered everywhere and nowhere

I don't think I'm in control

something here is enlightening me

voiceless people in crowds

vigorous lives we live

harmful visions I see

hilarious thoughts I am made to think

please do not forget where you are going.

do not fear death.

do not shame her and ignore her and forget her.

accept her.

she is a monumental step in growing and in pain.

she isn't twisted.

she doesn't steal or rob.

she has lessons for you.

they twist my limbs and heal the rot

they set the stage and play the part

they help me smile when I am weak

they entertain the thoughts I call bleak

they laugh and sing and gaze at stars

I am many people and one person.

I am the poet, who sees in shades of red and orange,

Red hair and pale skin that refuses to tan under the summer sky.

That girl married her city, her people,

My city, my city

It takes many forms

In people and plants

Vines and beggars

Angry men and sour women

The worst of the best people 

And the best of the worst

Poets and great minds