Looking for a beautiful man
Broken bones that have healed
And skin that has peeled
Feet that have felt the ground from many lands
Eyes that have cried and seen fate slap them in the face
Lips not afraid to move in the presence of unreason
A man with a mind brave enough to play devil’s advocate to God.
Bones that have been in casts and broken free
A good man
With just a bad bone for me.
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About Woe
- TowardNormalcy
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.
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