The waves claw the beach
The wind rips the leaves
A great storm is coming
By land and by sea
She consists of words
And I say them softly, sweetly
Although I’m lost for them,
I always find my way.
Letter by letter
I follow the trail
Scribing so neatly
Every detail…
She consists of verbs
And I do them softly, sweetly
Although sometimes I can’t,
I always find a way
Please do not do that..
..although I do it daily.
Fucking hypocrite.
Take my breath away
I would rather be breathless
Just so she could sing
She wanted me back
But, for the sake of her pride
Like a lioness
She asked me to leave
She needed space to expand
Like the brightest star
Open doors, leading to beautiful vistas…
Not for me.
Lock me in,
Let me discover the intricacies..
The wardrobes, the loft space..
Every detail..
You
Everyone’s Heart sits in a cage.
She searched high and low for people to break the lock.
Only to write about how much it fucking hurts.
Unsub
Poetry is not dead.. she stands firm ❤
Sooo I’m back to posting again. I’ve actually been away posting on Instagram but I have decided to come home 😊 or really, share accommodation.
I’ve decided WP is a place where I can post my ramblings but also write a bit about the ideas behind them.
I named the above ‘unsub’. I saw a post by a very creative individual which expressed the freedom to believe in God without being following a specific religion and I got to thinking..
Why not?
Who’s to say that your independent deiety is any less than another?
Your beliefs are yours, your faith is yours, your spirituality is yours.
It’s the same with anything really.
Unsub
I don’t subscribe to their solicitation.
I don’t subscribe to their religion.
I don’t subscribe to their ideology.
I pay my respects.
I pay my dues.
I pay attention.
My Prophet is not theirs to tax.
Consider me unsubscribed.
They can’t gentrify my savage.
They will never appropriate my Soul