India Mysticali

India Mysticali Poems

Oh lord, oh dear
what have I done?
I've shot a man
with my own gun.
...

The gray clouds,
thick fog and mist
prepare the subconscious
for death's sweet kiss.
...

Your friends think you're perfect
but they haven't a clue
that only I know
what bullies do to you.
...

Burning paper
rains down
upon all the dead flowers
...

He watches her
cautiously
His niece, this child
with lavendar eyes
...

Red slits on my body
crimson drops roll down my arm
I lick the blood from the blade
its shiny red glint doth charm
...

'I cut myself
because I can
I cut myself
because I am....'
...

I run that blade
it pierceth the skin.
I no longer
feel its bite.
...

India Mysticali Biography

Welcome to my Under World. Please leave your skin at the door. India Mysticali was born on Earth a long time ago. Things happened that led her to wish to write. This is all the information provided on this poet at this time. Thank you.)

The Best Poem Of India Mysticali

The Man I Shot

Oh lord, oh dear
what have I done?
I've shot a man
with my own gun.

I waited patiently
with all my might
for some clue to his
position in the night

He shot me first
clear as a bell
but that's not all
of my story to tell

For then, oh dear,
I faked an act
and made it look
like my death was fact

And then I shot him
when he was unaware
and I wondered who it was
who'd fought me so fair

I turned over his corpse
What, then, did I see?
my dear, little brother
staring back at me.

India Mysticali Comments

Katie Huntress 04 November 2005

hey ur poems are really deep; i like them! i know how u feel. kat

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