Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Soulmates, allies
or enemies:
They all look alike
under the skin
And
carry no visible
weapons.
Don’t like being
unevenly yoked,
I pull myself.
The attraction is real,
but I pretend they
are not there.
I’ve been here
before
and I
don’t
want
to play anymore.
All I want
is the
exit 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