I search and search
For the muse
But once I find her
I remember
How sad she is
How mad she is
I remember
She is a friend
That tortures me
She floods me
Fills me up
With inspiration
For depressing
Relatable
Words
That I get to feed
To you
Once I find her again
I dream of peace
And once I’ve found peace again
I search for her
Lather, rinse, repeat.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
