She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...
The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...
i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...
the end of the world is,
the end of a price of fame...
I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...
You stole my pen,
my words...
My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...
When feeling strong has
Nothing to do with strength but...
Inspirations
are like birds...
You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...
I'm caught in the middle of a war...
A war with no correct side...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...