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I’m Sorry

these days I wake up crying yesterdays saddness spilling into today’s an oil slick of emotions stomach churningly oozing together I’m sorry My childish stummblings push folks away teill I fall face-first in the dirt skin marred with incompentence reaching...

We are ART

Stattering crumbling into pieces we say there is a weakness in breaking but what if there is stregth in the quiet aftermath pick it all up to make something new you are neither created or destroyed just reformed adding and loosing bits in the process mixing in new...

A Pacifistic Fight Response

Give me the blessing of being punched in the face in bright daylight, so I can see even if the pain blinds me, even if it was gravity that pushed us into this moment, even if I fear for myself, I fear for you if I despise the pain in messiness of black eyes and broken...

Bound

I think it’s time to cut the ties of a love which binds me so much given and none to me a personal rejection just for me I wish you’d be brave honourable and kind but you haven’t dragging me along like the texas man I run and Run till the gravel digs...

The Quiet Suffering

thrust into the void I screamed it’s not what I thought but what’s seen can’t unbe and this is my new home the natives more through the dark with unhealing wounds the silience deafening loneliness creeped into my soul horror at my truth this is my...