im the type of person to bear pain instead of using a remedy to subdue it.
it's something about the agony thats make its all worth the glory.
i get so nonchalant with living that i forget to be alive.
it's something more about having a body than the mere possession of a beating heart inside.
im bleeding pain,
losing my density,
invading sain,
in order to make sense of the world around me and the impulses that evolution has threaded into the cavities of the brain.
i go out in the world to ignore bliss.
i keep my eyes open when i kiss
and im almost always at the ends of my writs
this life... could i ever really enjoy it?
my entire life has far stretched past the limits of being normal
now its stuck on the setting turmoil
turning the soil over my own roots
writing and calling it poetry
this is how u notice me
my pitfalls
my dirty laundry
my truth
stoically.
//e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
