i hate that word
poems
poet
poetry
i am not a poet
don't call me anything so beautiful
i do not make beautiful things
well, what are you then
i am not even a writer
i don't have that kind of discipline
or raw and wanted spirit
what do you write, if not poems
the truth
i do not care how it looks
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poesía"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
