March 31, 2014

BORN INSIDE

By EPRobles

Born inside a bruised dirt-womb
and tasted asphalt before sweets
and fell into the fire feet first, damn
before my first baby steps too
life is trying to kill me
no matter how hard I try
spit and words don’t help much
but sure makes me feel good
death can have me —
but not today
no matter how hard it tries
death is trying to catch me
it can take the highway
because today I’m walking
walking in the flowers
beneath the sun

:: 03-31-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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