and I’ll find you on a hill playing the harp. and I’ll beg you to sing for me
Category: Spoken Poetry
dolour
a state of great sorrow or distress.
deep. by Eli Oko
She waded in with the waves at her knees
But now she,
Is a thousand lies deep.
truth #21
out of 24.
She Was And Is And Always Will Be by Eli Oko
Perhaps you have convinced everyone else, but are yet to convince yourself.
Body Over Mind by Eli Oko
I have aunties I have buried
And now I’m trying to find the time
tomorrow’s fields by eli oko
How especially sacred
feeling slightly better
truly feels.
truth #20
out of 24.
A Dialogue Between Two Drowning Poets…
…stand still and let it find you.
