Comment by Li Ha on Li Ha

@Li Ha Yellow 
Poets don’t feel pain
I heard them say
But if poets are dead then what are poems
Half a memory, a broken promise
Hope is a rumour, a broken humor
I screamed to the stars
Stars are dead
Death is a whisper, a blue flicker
Blue silence, birds fly backwards 
Humans are made of flesh and silence 
Birds don’t mourn, they just fly
I'm not a bird cuz they don't cry
Humans bleed gold, humans bleed stars
Stars bleed wine, stars do lie
Poets lie, they always do
Lions fly, elephants are blue
Birds whisper poems
Veins write them with crows' feathers
Ink dripping like blood
Kings drink from broken cups
Kings with hollow eyes
Ink dripping from the sky
Forests remember what we forget
The night drives with broken headlights 
Poets drown in their own ink
Musicians scream louder than kings 
Ravens drink wine 
Gold forgets to shine
Drums echo in the veins of musicians 
Musicians drum with the bones of kings
Musicians whisper to the moon
Kings die still wearing their crowns
Snow bleeds, snow forgets
Humans dissolve into salt
Kings run barefoot 
Models run without legs
Musicians play silence
Grass whispers secrets
Humans bleed gold, humans bleed stars
Without sugar you can’t make tarts
Poets bleed blue
Snow falls on ruins too
Birds sing blue
Birds vanish into snow