Truth

I find myself in the unique position of,
having told the truth, become mired in

uncertainty

ever deeper, uncertainty.
I fear I will hear those words again.
Soon, I will, having set myself up for
C L A R I T Y
feel ever unsure of the truth.
This fucker has quite literally escaped my grasp
and now, paradoxically, holds me ransom.
What more is there to say except
fuck me! But not literally.
Poetically.

- Trish

Teenager

Slipping in the moment,

A spiral of such youth,

Comfortable with nothing at all,

But with a pretentious attitude.

Awkward sense of self,

A confidence so faked,

Desire to impress and be the best,

A want to understand.

An undiscovered self,

Frustrated in the depths of the transition,

Something missing,

Waiting for the inevitable.

Curiosity of what it would be like to be free.

A

Untitled

An empty vessel that bleeds,

A vast great ocean of greed ,

An attempt to leave your traces,

But the wind refills those faces,

You will never leave a mark,

Beyond the great depths of the dark,

Nature. A beautiful entity.

A