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
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
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...
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.
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...
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude
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…
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
