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The aesthetic of Ink on paper And floral words Leaving my cracked and bleeding lips
Perfection is a fruitless desire. All my attempts make me tire. Still, I have this hope: Maybe one day, I’ll learn to cope.
Dear characters from screen and page who live inside my mind, I take comfort in knowing that you’re with me all the time. When I am sad and wish for comfort and gentle moral might
Too loud, too loud Eyes drowned, head bowed Clap hands over ears Fingers leave bruises But must hold in the music To suspend myself from reality Hear rhythm rapping the only words that make sense
Some lessons in school Come and go Others however Help you to reap and sow Poetry is a tool that Has many uses The reason I love it, it helps Cope with life’s abuses
There is nothing better than spiritual convergence with the physical. When my mind wanders unknowingly into the deepest Parts of itself.
I don’t know howto cope right nowI’ve got a blade in my palman urge in my bodytoo many feelings in my brainand so many things I didn’t say