Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I cry about,
the amount of polyester
in my clothing.
It is often cheaply made,
Overly glossy,
and likely to catch fire.
I cry about pass foolishness,
often forgetting the wisdom that
it taught me.
But I don’t know my beginning
or end, and thats OK.
I like to keep my head small,
to ensure that I can fit
through the door.
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss