As poignant as is passionate. You have seen what was not looking to be seen, without being scared of being observed either. Sometimes a tender hook needs no reason, no juxtaposition of savagery for survival. Knowing no rival, because no one else seen as a true trivial.
It’s one of several ending points of the masculinity built upon the time when survival was the only capability that survived.
Great poem about the New Man, the one who's "unplugged from the war machine" and "the world doesn't know what to do with him yet"... I can totally relate to this.
"This is about the ones haunted by their own armor—
the ones who watched their fathers die before they died,
who saw what domination costs the soul and decided: no more."
That one hit me straight in the heart. Thank you. You are an excellent markswoman with your words.
Softness is not surrender — it’s syntax.” I felt that in my bones. This whole piece reads like a prayer for the new masculine. ✨
As poignant as is passionate. You have seen what was not looking to be seen, without being scared of being observed either. Sometimes a tender hook needs no reason, no juxtaposition of savagery for survival. Knowing no rival, because no one else seen as a true trivial.
It’s one of several ending points of the masculinity built upon the time when survival was the only capability that survived.
Great poem about the New Man, the one who's "unplugged from the war machine" and "the world doesn't know what to do with him yet"... I can totally relate to this.