Poems from Kora.Schultz
What is love?
Love is the way,
that he got me high,
and layed me down to breathe
together.
Love is the way that
he yelled,
he screamed,
he...
The room is always dim,
aside from the fog of creeping
cancer,
and over-priced incense.
It bounces,
it swirls,
among the sad lamps (barely...
I write, not for the world, but for the world
in me.
I write for
self-love,
self-acceptance,
self-discovery.
I write,
I dance among words,...