In between lines.

Stimulate me,

Indulge me,

As i pull up.

I drink in this cup,

A love of words

Spoken and written,

Maybe sometime in the future

Could be read,

When I am not around,

And arguing with Plath, Dickinson,Poe 

Yes Twain too.

See you around in a day or two.

๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณโ™ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ”›

ยฉoliver Melendez

ยฎohms,artsydhude

โ„ขXENOphagz

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Mystics of Misery.

Contradictions,

Hypocrisy,

Aah sweet sweet bitter-tasting memories.

Then it would be all the same,

Then why do you cry in the same the way you die.

๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜

Poems and artwork by

ยฉ Oliver A Melendez

@cp2.q2rp.xv

Embers of a dying fuel.

The light of the dawn clouded my mind.

The night sky filled that sunless moon.

then when i wept of my mind,

it happened,

cleared it by the dawning of dusk that defined,

of my attitude i need to be,

so any of these people who wants me to be in,

i should at least stoop,

but never be aloft anymore.

๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜

Poems and artwork by

ยฉ Oliver A Melendez

@cp2.q2rp.xiii

Remembrance

I took the fingers of a dying ember,

set it on the palm of my toes,

there i saw myself in the sea of thoughts

that could never be in,

and remember this 5th of november.

๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘ป

Poems and artwork by

ยฉ Oliver A Melendez

@cp2.q2rp.xi