shoelaces tie
through the loops
and around something
invisible
the sky shines
for no one,
for itself
the rivers bend and shape
weaving through the earth
they live,for no one
but themselves
snakes shed skin
always the same
slithering through crooks
butterflies,colorful
arrangement of kinds
all beautifully different
you see they sky,
she sees the heavens,
i see the sky
am i wrong for wanting
to be among them all?
i live for no one,not even myself
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poetry of the powerful
Poesiamy skin stretched upon my frame,an empty canvas..I'm see through like plastic wrap and pulled taut around the edges.My words swirl and wrap around my wrist and bind me against my will. My legs carry me places I cannot see and my brain cannot compreh...
