my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same
it was a blank page. Her hardened gaze caused no words to appear. No flourishing language to embellish the explanation.No distractions to explain the lack of written monologue. Not even...
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
He speaks with a purpose that dema… with soft, soliloquy of word to sh… the emulsification, the blood of b… and women carrying the weight of m… Storyteller. Anthropologist.
his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
She walked the raised concrete streets, built from the backs of someone whom she didn’t know. She walked the raised concrete streets, surrounded by creatures of origin. The rain cascade...
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
