I write, therefore I am
A knife recoiled from the blunt truth. It could not cut at its sharp edges, That poked fun at all the grudges, That I could ever hold. Poked fun and reminded me, Of all that I could never be, And all that I had yet to escape, And everything beneath the draped. Lift … Continue reading Blunt truths
Someone’s been pulling me away, From everywhere that I’d like to stay. I’d like to remain in this no-man’s territory, That has no leaf, not a single tree. Pull me away, but not too much, Let me remain just right where, I can spot, Those wonderful, utopian fantasies. This world should not end … Continue reading No-man’s land
