Poems from Nunulo
See the thing about God is...
People
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
People
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or...
On a painfully thin edge,
and trying desperately not to fall.
Constantly swaying, constantly breaking, and rebuilding, and reconvincing...
Anger calls out to you, and addresses you with full confidence
Needing that aggression to feel accepted, feeling out of place otherwise....
My fingers wildly compose literary sheet music of emotions.
Scaling keystrokes somehow translate my inner entity and immortalizes it with...
As I grew, I learned to curse this sun kissed skin.
It felt like a trap to me,
plaguing me as leper- socially condemned being…
but after I...