loneliness is an imaginary concept built of pain and fear.
freed.who i am,who i wish to be,tied in expectationsof who they want me to berestrained within a cagethis bird cannot fly freeher feathers clippedblue wings shedwho i amlost. i tried to make a poem that is reversible… but it didn’t exactly work? everything makes sense except for the line “tied in expectations”, and i couldn’tContinue reading “blue”
the real prophets find their wayweaving the universe’s threadsbetween stars and galaxies,forever scorned, they resideon the brinks of society,cursed to be ignored and forgotten,for their warnings to go unheard,presence blurred,their existence upheldonly by the secrets of the universewhispered into their ears,the swirling galaxies become their eyesas pressing silence pressestheir sanity into a bottleand soon theyContinue reading “prophets and lore”