by Divine, Kadie Good, Bambi Cruz, [email protected], Mar Del Sol
The protruding odor illuminated my existence.
A stench to verify that I was there.
Smell me. Smell me.
I have a scent. I do not lament.
I reek not of recompense.
I am scared and lonely
I am going to succeed
I am not lost
I am here
The sum of our world:
Candle flames and forest fire
Thailand and Belgium
Public and local
All of our experience
Your tears from afar
The red sunset of a lake
Erie and Huron
World War to some peace
The world around shaped me
Like rocks to the rain.
The soul stands in a loud mind
Trying to listen,
but the ideas are listless.
It wants to be something.
Blank, without definition
Trying to understand being –
But failing, with each whim
Nothing, Trying, Coping
Lost and Without.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
by Divine, Kadie Good, Bambi Cruz, [email protected], Mar Del Sol
The protruding odor illuminated my existence.
A stench to verify that I was there.
Smell me. Smell me.
I have a scent. I do not lament.
I reek not of recompense.
I am scared and lonely
I am going to succeed
I am not lost
I am here
The sum of our world:
Candle flames and forest fire
Thailand and Belgium
Public and local
All of our experience
Your tears from afar
The red sunset of a lake
Erie and Huron
World War to some peace
The world around shaped me
Like rocks to the rain.
The soul stands in a loud mind
Trying to listen,
but the ideas are listless.
It wants to be something.
Blank, without definition
Trying to understand being –
But failing, with each whim
Nothing, Trying, Coping
Lost and Without.
