Dry weeds look like savanna grasslands
hop off that tractor, sir,
Who are you?
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:06 PM UTC
the pitter patter of your voice
you speak sweet nothings
it's just noise.
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:03 PM UTC
He told me then that he hated poetry.
thought it useless and indirect.
And then I knew
He is not mine
For all I am is poetry
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:02 PM UTC
He turned me and said, 'I like the way you make me see the world'
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
I feel a some sort of grand calling,
Of its colour or shape, I am unsure.
It is too loud,
I cannot hear it.
This flavour of beckoning,
I fear I must start to run
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 5:34 PM UTC
You’re bigoted and ignorant.
Racist and inhumane.
And yet I must step on egg shells ?!!!
Your brains are scrambled fool
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 9:34 AM UTC
There are times where I feel guilt for living
Because so many have been chosen by men wielding death.
I bleed for them
And turn the knife on myself
But I can’t bleed for much longer.
I cannot choke for much longer.
I am living and must live.
I will try to love and laugh and dance
so that I might parcel up this love,
And send it in thoughts
In ancestry and bloodlines
In life.
To you.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 8:56 AM UTC