Chained by arm and leg
butterflies attack stomach
hands dripping like rain
Chained by arm and leg
butterflies attack stomach
hands dripping like rain
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
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Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Apologies for my apologies
words and music
From soul to soul
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Wow, that’s some anxiety! Powerful images.
Thanks, that’s what I experience when I think about reading my work on stage haha
Ah. I started learning piano as an adult. I’ve had to play in concerts with my kids, and wow, frightening!!
It is. I love performing though, the stage was my second home. There’s something about performing your words that adds another dimension of vulnerability.
Are you a poetry slam performer? I love poetry slams. So raw, honest and gorgeous.
I’ve read once but it wasn’t slam style, it was poetry slam. I’ve sang, acted, and dance in the past. Haven’t performed poetry.
You must be very talented, wow!
I don’t know about that lol. Thanks tho, I just love the arts. I’ve always loved being creative.
Me, too!