poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
this overwhelming nature of flesh and blood,scent, charisma and mind,mind blows, ressurects itself to anew,to start fresh,to grow where the glowing began,inside stomach where seed was planted,and flowers grew tall,until mouth became full,overwhelming,the mind becomes heavy,dreary with fantasies formed out of lethargy,my mind ticks,like ants thudding, running a melody across my mind,hot summers day beaming,its […]
on observing heartbreak,I have watched how the lake erupted,across my spirit, in chest, as it fell into a cascade,my whole body became a waterfall,every limb flowing limp,how my skin could not forget his,his scent not erased from my neck,Words became lost in broken poetry,Stole my tongue and my teeth,I became blind, from the aftermath of […]