Poems from Kristadoodle
pity me, I'm high strung, not on substance but purpose, so hear me, don't envy, it'll blind the beauty you don't see, yet all the world...
Wonder what it feels like to be raised by trees, nature, mother earth not your corrupted social structure. Wonder what it feels like to be...
Where have we all gone? When did we start accepting control over freedom? How can we give in to what destroys us? When did we become our...
it wants to bloom, it explodes with life, it’s the universe expanding, it’s the stars in motion, it’s our eyes meeting, it’s me thinking, I...
Undersatisfied.
In every subject.
Lost subject.
Mind focused on sex. Sex. Sex. SEX what s that a way to get back
what what was taken lost...