fruit is only ever forbidden by the gods who look after your curious self because they know it only rots after it has settled tightly in the crevices of your soul It awakens inside of you that which you hope to never see ~ the idea of own wretchedness ~ as if you could ever be… Continue reading forbidden fruit
Tag: Ithaca poets
walking away
walking away from the old the new is not yet clear skies don't seem friendly hope has not yet arrived walking anyway, with or without safety is not the cage I can stay in for long edge is near if my dad were here he wouldn't let me do this but he's not, and I know… Continue reading walking away
vain
Vain I am not vain I know who I am There’s nothing I want to take And nothing I care to hide Shiny things cannot tempt me Nor can anyone make me afraid You cannot make me fall for you don’t know where I am standing Sit, and try to understand me for one… Continue reading vain
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