35/M/Down south I used to write to complain. Then I quit for a long time. Then things in my heart changed, and now I write.. To explore. 13 followers / 1.3k words
Didn't figure I'd ever find myself So far down again So desperate to stay numb Its just easier than Dealing with the pain In circles Kick the can down the road You can do what you want to Whenever you want to Big nothing
It becomes so natural Extension of yourself Extensions of yourself It is not done It simply is I do not practice archery to **** I practice to live On planted feet Finger and kiss point Meet under pressure Focus Release It is not done it simply is
Alcohol should be Alcohol should be Alcohol, one would think, No? But each has its own His own Or her own particulites making them truly Of the earth Unique
This white wine for instance Has a certain How do you say?
I shot three arrows today A triangle spread around the bullseye Was close enough With the smell of grass And setting sun
They can never touch me again My body will endure trials But my soul will be untouched Lock me in a cage, throw away the key. Still they can't take my heart from me. If I don't die, I will rise again, capable of loving. The light still within me.