What is love?
Love is the complete absence of judgment!
What is hate?
Just open your window…and, you will see!
A long and arduous journey…getting to the bottom of words.
those that are remembered
those that I have written down
those jumbled in sleepy positions…only to waken us with cold sweat.
One has to be curious…have my sentences…changed my world?
I pitch a tent, repeatedly, at the godforsaken, blasphemous, bolted door.
But words never take off her shoes…
she never promises to stay.
My words rush out in a horribly, organized, chaotic…state.
Massive…this war on word!
I shove letter upon letter onto an empty, paper plate.
And, my compromised, composition, kneels shoulder to shoulder at the church of lost faith.
I believed in what was said
Thou I wished I accepted less of everything
This book of gospel seeping into rabbit holes
Trifle left accept gritty, grains of falsehood
Reeling from inclement pavement
Reeling from obedient hearsay
My becoming, a clay footprint, fragile, breakable when placed upon such an erroneous display
My first impression out…
A caged animal sedated nonetheless alert
casting the shackles away
to which I held the original key…to what women say
She stared directly into the sun! Soon thereafter, she fell ill for a brief period of time. This illness…to her, abstract…obscure. Difficult to witness. Hard to bear.
And, though I struggled with my own sense of reality!
Pain is pain.
Pain is never done.
In my own reality…’who had I been to judge?’
What is the proof in dying for a cause
For the sake
For because, because
What of the keepers of infamy, infinity and well-oiled decency
Just droplets of water to a parched leaf
Careful carelessness bound with caring
a solidarity planning for legacy
Once I held a martyr in my hand
Once she faded away
Once, nothing, absolutely, nothing, turned out as planned
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I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.