Tag: Self-love

To The BE of Things

You didn’t. I did. We aren’t. * So now sway and tilt and droop, I will not. * No more, Lull, mum, quiet, Little sounds. * I’m going, to the Be of things. * Big, brazen, beautifully bazaar. * No more Twinkled eyes, prancing pain and panicked,  pleasing. But barefoot and bold, boomingly, blissful un-bashful- beats! *…

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Mozart’s Beak

“Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me. I stand heart swelling between my pores
pushing
this scared crows beak through atmospheric places fighting for MORE!
Ruin and rapture, left to swim amongst the stars I soar.”