Is my poetry alright?

wrote in diary i'm wondering if they're worth putting on blog.


still, nothing moves life should.
wind, invisible thick windows,
curtains drowsily wearing wrinkles,
resistantly keyed in artificial air.

artificial air fills room, dusty lair,
choke on every inhale , every exhale in despair.
laboratory scents , old animal skin,
suffocating layers enclose rot within.
wish cry, or laugh, or shout,
in gaseous chamber; tear ducts beneath hidden shroud.

how many more days live, of domestic despair?
dream @ first, escape world
come crave,
because world, , have none of own.
no sister, no bond, no exit, no phone,
stir inner energy, denoting i'm not alone
while i'm rooted reality. reality?
mine bed, chair, , cat
nothing moves, nothing lives, can nothing change that.
if sit here in silence, , stare out of window,
hedge towers above, through not wind blows.

if sit here in silence, , stare in mirror,
inanimate walls, tedious eyes, anger simmers
, weary hits me malady,
sadness quiet , rare,
coalesces loneliness patient,
sewn together; blanket on me.

can wait, wait
, 1 year wait,
stationary phase step
towards real world create.



on 1 of worse days (i'm home schooled)

this wrote in diary i'm wondering if they're worth putting on blog. still, nothing moves life should. wind, invisible thick windows, curtains drowsily wearing wrinkles, resistantly keyed in artificial air. artificial air fills...

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