Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
It’s quite a process To create a person
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
I don’t sense much about the futur… I don’t remember a lot about the p… All I know is this blessed presen… A gift that too shall pass
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
