Once I found that he was my deity
everything I knew finally made sense,
his eyes shine like the gates of heaven,
they shined a heavenly blue, creating the sky,
his seraphic stretch marks came to create thunder
& his tears turned into rain
growing all of his earthly creations,
his softly curled hair came to create the ocean
everlasting waves into his warm ground,
every big & small thing about him
every crease & feature is a godly creation
& when he can't see it, every flaw about him
has been carefully crafted, so he can keep the world spinning.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
