career change?

sheltered in scarlet
sights of life and
Death

Seeing lines
crooked and straight
drawn cautiously through

a light
from eyes away
cuts airs of optimism

who knows what is caused
or causes

I found this in my binder this morning. I don't even remember writing it. I was probably randomly emo at some point last year...

Poetry is funny. If I were are famous writer I would totally make up things at random, just try to make them sound obscure and mysterious, then sit in my my mansion and giggle as critics try to decipher what I really meant. Joke's on them, man. I should look into that.

Oh, and happy pirate day. www.talklikeapirate.com