yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
starlight sings silver catalyst for dreams the woosh of the window unit roars with smokey tang on my lips, I shi… shoulder to door pane, perceptions…
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
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...
eyes awaken, asleep. I dream the taste of purple I dream the touch of you. I dream of tall grass fields on my… shuddering in magnificent breath.
all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same
I list their names on my heart Count them... ad nauseum, infinity… They, who sew my shroud. I list their names on my heart They, who released it
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
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...
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
