by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
it’s a fact that people lie at times, ommision swallowed tongues from fear at times, purposeful to hide from their shame at times, to hurt keeping secrets till they explode it’s a fact right? a Truth … or is that too, a lie. a lie that spread with...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
Why must I carry your fears as well as my own? to make you feel safe at the loss of me? do my fears matter not? must I always be fearless? I wish to shout I am just as afraid! Yet, I honor your fear and hold it as it lashes out at me a broken nose will heal a...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
the sands of time are running out and I… don’t wish to see you because I can’t tell Which way’s hell Going with, or against you which way the sands flow I don’t know If time is running out or dead still trapped like you and I in a sea of...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
who taught you that you were unworthy? that there was something wrong with that which makes you you was lesser. Lesser than what? the killers people obsess over? the sibling who isn’t you? the mythical perfect person, who is just out there showing you up?!...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
I once said I was a cactus needing little love and tenderness hardy; a survivor used to droughts of love I store the remains deep inside for the days to come. I wasn’t born a cactus prickly and guarded subborn and resistant unhardened plants die in the cold...
