poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The Song,That lays within me,Grows tiresome,The flames roar,Yet I feel the ash over my flesh, The cinders choke me,My bones burnt,Only apparition left. They, my non-blood,Believe me to be Mad,And I wonder, within the chaos that has unravelled unto me,How their hearts still remain riddled in prostitution?Even when my life was sucked out of me,Like […]
There was something,Out of the ordinary about it,There was a knowing,An urgency in my gut,A kick in the deepest parts of myself ,Like a bird ready to take flight,I found my insides ready to launch out,My hands took over The keypad, typed, and sent. In a single moment,There was a meeting,Something that kept missing before,Now […]