Poets are this clever Does it surprise you? Oh no it doesn’t… Who is she who builds life purpose out of pain Recycled for the gain of insanity, whole humanity! Who is that girl who no longer knew comfort and friends? So fully frustrated So f*^$*ng broke Who left sane energy… Returning to one’s inner…
Tag: Writing
My Field Is An Open Source Of Mystic Fields
Transmigration got a hold Of a humanitarian of the soul Now I load a forcefield Akin to witness source wheels High person emotional drain Emotional clarity coming your way Extending to the forcefield Labor intensive course wheels Of passion intensity, high energy Frequency, this here Triple Dense energy 3.19.15
Blood On The Inside Makes Me Bleed
Everything in my blood wants to rage, it’s dribbling I’m still so contained, killing me I mimic the right to remain, primacy Like a vessel in the cage, trilogy My heart knows the rest, Trinity 3.20.15
North Warrior
Practitioner to trainer your mystical name Magic to reclaim Supernova Perfect star Practice put into words Words put into practice That’s where the nurses are Healing should be exciting and intoxicating, taking honest in an order of seer, Triple dense the Eye is the potion of deliverance 3.20.15
My Spoken Truth Of A Misdirected Youth
i always wanted the bottom line though within my mind it was the hardest to find, no one around me spoke it real my whole life, sheltered to the world’s appeal can’t blame someone who never knew to say what was on their heart, what they so deeply wanted to say, they were told not…
Love In Ten Sentences
I was gifted by Shreyarvj at TheOpenWindow to pass on some love. Her generous words seemingly pour out with effortless effervescence. A dynamic soul she is. Ten lines, four words each, each line including the word love, including a favorite love quote. My humble attempt: The love overtook her She let love in The love…
Generate Roles Of Custom
We don’t question tradition do we, we just do it therefore I won’t question that altitude of a higher ruin I’ll repute the stare whilst heightening the glare not a question of tradition though one of mortal spare
Do You Write Off The Ground?
I don’t even feel like I write poetry I breathe, it comes together anyway I see It’s like a disconnect connected so freely