Out-Create

I’ve left more blood on the page…it’s what you want.
I trot out the trauma for my freak flag flaunt.

I’m naked, standing & looking for leather.
I am not ticklish; so, put down that feather.

So, yes; I’m frustrated, I’m scared & worried.
Our freedom from danger hasn’t been hurried.

Time drags on & every day there’s something worse.
Where is the big red line in our sand…a hearse?

I’ll keep meeting moments no matter the lows.
I leave rebuttals for psychotic shit shows.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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