Monday, 3 August 2015

that feeling when my innards cry

that feeling when my innards cry itself into
the knotted sadness of powerlessness
when will i feel my jowls soar with wings again?
there is nothing that comes close to
the freedom of loud-mouthed creativity

          no one has to hear 
          my enunciations
          but me myself

may i write these words well enough 
to convince your eyes that 
words can simply be
soundless cyphers
in your mind

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