Visual Poetry


Talk to myself, just meet me there.
I wonder baby, how you made it?
You saved us, thanks my darling I can see but you know we still struggle?
You go back in time,
please, see, I am now.
I want to, let me be
so I can meet my vision
I see her smiling.
Beautiful be.
Beautiful colours
I see her smile
I be them all.
It’s just a screenshot of my fantasies
popping up like scribbled sketches
just to see what I desire
Sets my brain on fire


visual poetry . animated songs . part 01