Left with no purpose but to keep on going. Bleeding on the pavement, a war starting in the background. You want to hold me down under the water, till I don’t fight back anymore. Feeling suffocation in these times of trouble. Keeping my words sharp, and my eyes open. Ready to fight. If you’re…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand # 56
Echo back into the blue the words that mean nothing. Clouds cover a space above land that drifts away. Mountains to keep in people, to keep people out. How do I look against the blue? If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope…
Tied Up [freehand poem #55]
“Hands and feet pinned back. Words are sounds…”
Free Hand #54 (Future?)
Stressed out and overwhelmed with everything happening this year… What are we to do when the room goes dark? When blood runs? When hate reigns? What are we to do as the light fades? Drums of war beating in the distance getting louder. We die like our fathers-fathers, we die in the mud like…
Free Hand #53
Following the edge of the mind to the center where standing still the eyes bleed and blossom like flowers in the spring time. A link to the self, inner to outer and the only way to feel. If you’re reading this Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!…