M.O.W, I looked at you like you were so fucking beautiful and I think that’s when everything went downhill because I began to think you were more lovable than my own self and instead of watering my own flowers I watered yours and then when my flowers started wilting I had no water left for them and now they’re all dead but I still don’t think I regret what I did to myself I see your beautiful garden germinating and I can’t help but love you even more
Here’s a sample from another spoken word poem I’ve written entitled “I Carry Your Sorrow With me”. I won’t be releasing the full version to the public until I have finished the entire EP, but if you ask nicely I might just send it to you.
Life has been rough lately, but I’m still alive and kicking. I appreciate this very much, so thank you.
I know it’s been about four months since I posted anything, but lately I’ve been trying my hand at more of a spoken word style of poetry. I’m currently in the process of writing and recording a “spoken word EP” entitled “Letters Home”. Here’s a super rough demo of one of my poems “Two Years”.