Once there was a silence
telling nothing and everything
stretching and folding
eternally and immortally
bursting with stories waiting to be shared
and the echo of voices that could never be heard
darkness swallowed in light
the silence was broken
shattered like glass
by a river of sorts
the universe was time's womb
fertile with seeds sown in her essence
her triumphant roar
shook the existence
she birthed people
ebony and beautiful
star webs in their wake
drinking moonmilk from her full breasts
sweet goodness to nourish
creation is a beautiful thing
but for some destruction is more satisfactory
hate came from a hidden place
the ebony people were slain
she wept at the loss of her children
all that was left was pain
throbbing slowly
feeding on fear
the cycle begins again
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100 Peices of Me
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
