poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The world is a song,And I am its mouth,My skin is the borders,You can trace each country with every bend of limb,As I dance, the orbit begins,I still follow the moon in my worship as a wolf,My hair is the forests,Wildly growing, unharmed, untamed,The bruises are the wars,Wounded, dark and deep,My eyes are the cosmos,There […]
I play games,on days like this,I destroy all sense of self,Project myself into the stars,Look down and laugh,I see myself through a third eye,Laughing at my own tragic tale, Then I remember,That this isn’t a movie,My reality was never a film,This cinema reel doesn’t stop for me,There is no pause button.I still play my own […]