Anamel

based loosely on my book

based on a feeling

the weariness of being guarded and the inability to drop my weapon

a poem about the demon in the Faustian myth Mephistopheles

a remembrance

fit in or be unique and isolated

possible warning for people who aren't fond of darker subjects

fantasizing about revolution tastes sweeter than the fight to get there

experimenting with more surreal things, didn't edit it though

comfort vs risk

mind going in circles

wrote this on a whim without a set meaning in mind

I thought it would be funny to name it this cause lazily named this in my Google docs, lmk if you have a better name lol

a result of being tired of constantly filtering what i write and re-editing and editing

inspired by COVID-19

i'm not good at writing these descriptions

based wholly on a dream i had

through the flowers and the strangeness of his love, a slight truth of his definition of love is still buried deep down under the garden.

A/N: The lack of grammar in non-italicized lines and the structure is intentional.

Logic comes across an old friend, Heart, and finds his pulse in a coin laundry.

Looking for opinions on structure, if it can be improved.

I'm aware this needs some work, also suggest anything you think would make it more immersive

The sister of a schizophrenic man in the throes of schizophrenic, disordered speech, attempts to break through to him.

God, as a crafter with shaky hands

in need of critique the biography of a man who doesn't exist, a desperate sellout

written based on experience of having apd

would love some guesses as to possible meanings of this poem and any other thoughts, thanks :)

rip it apart in critique so i can make it better