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Month: February 2023

my voice hits the walls and my words shatter into a thousand pieces, I’m in the cocoon for months and years at a time, until the paper butterflies emerge. So purge yourself poet of the unnecessary urge to be famous, fame isn’t painless.

from St James Church last Sunday to coffee at a thousand blessings Cafe, it’s like the angels are showering me with blessings and I’d be a fool if I didn’t see it in my life, but I’m not a fool, I’m wise

what it feels like for an artist

everyday I read my poems I’m witness to them falling out the window and just smashing onto the ground into pieces, just like oneday I will. David bowies brother had schizophrenia and also fell out a window and smashed into pieces so who says it can’t happen to me