Suckling
I am a ripple: A ripple of time eschewed! A flux of being, I live, In ways natural and un, Suckling blame from Man's dry nipple. Forlorn in plight; Opinions stink of fear. Shit eating grins: Smile! Ignorant tongues whip Frothy, foaming wrath, Into schoolyard fights. I loath divide; Love is my ruling star! My Saint! My One! Suffer not in my wake, Or for who I am, for I shall not hide! To mine own rue, Confessing abnormality. How do I avert my eye? Hamper my passion? Harden my heart? Embrace the untrue? Dishonesty's sin, Sits great upon my back, Beside a burden of morals, Unfathomable to me, As is my existence, To your chagrin! (Be free you gay souls.)
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Lunar Leviathan
A lover of literature, language, music, and art. Much of my poems have accompanying art... unfortunately unable to be displayed here. A link to my AP page with art is below. I am a philosopher, dreamer, and hopeless romantic unashamed. Love me or...
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