poetry - NataliaofEarth

I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To

Something has been in the air; a call I’ve been hearing. It’s no wonder summer is here. I have no doubt now what’s in my

Against the tide of strong river currents, I fight with the will of God. Why? Aimless passion, love, strong heartedness; never backing down. I fight

Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry

The more days that pass it’s me that ages. I stuff myself in holes of immaturity and self doubt, buying my way into the fancies

this is a stream if consciousness one I was never good at streams of consciousness but conscious in the unconscious how could I have known?

AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of

How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily.

And I do wonder if I will lose my words some day. Hopefully, it’ll be intentional. Some may take me as a fool for wanting

I was gonna write something I was supposed to clean my altar I was going to talk to You today I was gonna go to

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