• super_poet_santos 31w


    Under the optimistic streetlamp
    I stand waiting in the dark.
    My imagination makes presence
    Out of the ever changing night time.
    Crawling out of craft-able dark colors
    I know you are no monster but
    My mind is unchained when
    The world in this hour is so moldable.
    Only if these self conceived figures
    Found peace in sublimation
    Would I be eager to drown my skin
    In the play dough my mind crafts with.
    I do not venture out.
    It is too crowded in the empty dark
    Of midnight’s whiteboard after
    All level headed expo markers
    Capped their heads on pillows.
    -Angel Santos