Poetic Warfare, Poetry, Uncategorized

I want to set myself free

I want to set myself free. I want it fees-free… I want to peek under my skin.. And to cultivate not the coming-out tree… I want the salvation of soul..I want to halt the knee.. I want the Self-evident truth of my entity…I want the visor un-be…. The judgments sprung-up ad hoc to flee.... I… Continue reading I want to set myself free

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Poetic Warfare, Poetry, prose

When you say your harassment is all fun and games / Quando chamas ao teu assédio brincadeira

When you claim your harassment is all “fun and games”, that’s not what I hear. When you claim that, all I can hear is danger, alarms ringing in my ears. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, eu não oiço isso. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, o que eu oiço é perigo. Oiço os… Continue reading When you say your harassment is all fun and games / Quando chamas ao teu assédio brincadeira

Illustration, Poetic Warfare, Poetry

Sometimes I miss writing poems.

It’s something that I once could do, and now I think it's all but gone. My creative will is lost. It’s all been robbed, my words, my voice... Close the book and rest your mind, focus on the peace you'll find... Maybe I could just live life? Give up on dreaming away. That's what they… Continue reading Sometimes I miss writing poems.