poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Churches,Castles, Garden, Greek Statues,Play Partners,The Alter,The Alters, The Prayers,God, Conversations,Love, Food, being Fed,Toys, Laughter,Strength,Love, Trust, Hope,Compassion,Communication,Attraction,Sex, The Walls, The Floor,The Moon,THe Howling,The Wailing,The Wounded,The Wounding,Painful, Dark, Black,Plums, Beaten Peaches,Hearts, Rotten from Hurt,From Heartbreak,the Hope,The Hope,The Trust,The Love,The Anxiety. Heartbreak.a Break.A Broken Heart.A Reflection.A Magnifying Glass The Unveiling,The Love.The Ending.The Uprising.The Grief.The Horror.The Horror.The Grief.The Worry.The Love.Loss.Love.Love.Love.Love. […]
The inside of my heart is like the Ceiba Tree,Covered in Spikes which have punctured it,left me Wounded,Gun bullets, near every Part of a vital Artery,Blood still Spilling,The Floors drenched in Hurt,Red Grapes, Plums, the blood of Pomegranates,Staining the Skin in Site,Of the Desire of Love which had a Place, But could not be filled by […]