Akira Dawn


I just thought it would be interesting to get a little feedback on what I write. It is often quite abstract and truly not great (this is not my self-deprecation shining through), but I would really love to improve.I am inspired by the works of Mark Twain in particular, he is amongst the wisest men …

And it stains your skin,
Kills a skipping step,
An anchored heart splinters,
Blinded acetone burn.

Message through the dusk,
Afterthought but overmedicated,
Please start caring,
Insides of ash write symphonies.

Hush to a caress,
Green hands beckon the daylight,
Stomach turns to lead,
A rusty, unridden bike.

Resentment geared at core,
Sediments of better days restrain,
Perfect wooden floors mean nothing,
You're wasted on me.

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