Category: Poetry

Blaze

It is as simple as skin on skin, And as pure as day’s first light, No words can justify the thing That against all odds just might Save the very soul of us. For this I’d give up the arrogant Cynical heart for one of trust In you at least. This sentiment Does not explain

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My Body is a Battleground

Are you the subject of debate? Not a debater or a judge but a motion waiting to be carried or defeated. And to hate someone not because they are evil but because they see you as an object for argument. Your existence is a political opinion. You are fair game for showing up. And I

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