i am raging war
when i want peace
i want to be slow mornings
and sun-rays
sometimes
but i am fire and
storm clouds
broken bottles
used cigarettes in dirty
alleys-
these years pass
just like that
and i get more
rough and unholy
the more i want softness
and ease
i grow burned and
wild
but i am starting
to see the beauty
in the aftermath
(rain never left things ugly)
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Dysphoria
Puisi"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...
