the rolls i see
resemble hills;
soft and safe
ever-present,
sometimes warning,
sometimes intimate
and always changing with the world.
the curves
are waves
rising and falling
with a mysterious power
millenia old that nobody can explain.
my confidence
trickles in like a leaky faucet;
unsure and bipolar,
rushing in abruptly at times
and them dripping dryly at others.
my skin
is pockmarked like loved pavement,
crimson in places like a blip
on the surface of our mother sun
imperfect
like the earth herself,
glittering with life like a universe
that brims with the birth of us all.
i am a hill
i am the ocean.
i am a leaky faucet, a sidewalk, the sun.
the universe and i are the same.
YOU ARE READING
poems they'll never see
Poezjai'm a pussy and these are words i didn't say because i was afraid i'd sound too smart. i also don't give a shit how this does in terms of "popularity" because this is simply another journal; just digital instead of paper and ink.
