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 Mar 11 Khoisan
badwords
I died
A life worth living
is a life worth dying

or
so I was sold

I still smell you
in my brain

A dumpster fire
to re-train

And loose
Capitulate

For an absence of identity within
Sometimes
you back up into a corner
not knowing what else to do—
you feel terribly alone
and terribly blue.

You—
alone and blue
backed into a corner.

Just remember—
feeling alone and blue
you have backed into a very strong corner
and life has your back.

So stand
just a moment
and breathe—
just breathe
and know—
you are not so alone
and not so blue.
Darling,
You were never—
Held by my heart,
Carried by my senses,
Flowing in my breath,
Attached to my soul,
Bound to my core;
Not even woven into
the fabric of my life force.

For you were always that
formless truth—
the silent force that held
and shaped my very source.
She does not write to match
perception, nor tailor her words
to gain acceptance.

She pours out her raw essence—
Undiluted, unfiltered, never refined
for the sake of consumption.
 Mar 7 Khoisan
Kezexxe
Cracked ribs,
Broken hips,
Killed physically,
Alive heavenly,
It is well with my soul,
Fleshly desires no longer in control,
Kingdom awaits,
Open the gates,
Walls of gold,
While the earth has turned to mold.
 Mar 7 Khoisan
Kezexxe
I will fight,
Through the highs and lows,
I will ignite,
'Til my heartbeat slows,
And you will see,
The fire in my heart,
The middle of the fight you will be,
You will feel the heat of my spark,
And I will fight,
After days you will worry,
But now you will know, I have found whats right,
So now, I will fight, until my vision grows blurry.
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