Magical creation,
Whimsical vibration,
Sun rays uncover my secrets.
Restoring existence,
My sin dries,
As the vibrant green grass grows between my fingers.
Forever dreaming,
Throughout my eyes.
It really isn't hard.
Discovery after discovery,
Restoration proceeds.
In the wild I'm free,
To hunt and prey.
Seizing control of the opponent.
Dominating the forest.
The wild,
Is beautiful and deadly.
Significant,
Your lifeless body.
Control doesn't win,
Releasing tension,
I let my finger run through the grass.
As I kneel before the holy.
Wings spread.
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Dysphoria
PuisiPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
