Poems from RachelDarma

Oh sweet, how sweet To be me but not   Judgment belongs to someone else, It belongs to plastic innocuous speech, Flowing into a vacant...
I come free of balance and feel only raw metaphors I know you’re scared to try I know- I know.   But learn to Explore life Break form...
The smoke is your own melancholic fog, an air dispersed as your own form of self defense. I begin to notice the ashes forming in your eye...