 |
I used to wonder if anyone noticed
when those sleazy drops of dew
glistened down my cheeks,
the rivers rushing creases into
my ski..
|
|
The days grew grim and tedious of routine, passion slumping through the bends and creases of my old sweater worn too many times, burnt hol..
|
|
I wore the color of ceriseon my cheekswith every winkof excitementor tip of a nervethatstruck the chordsin my throat,chest,breath.I bore the childof r..
|
|
There is no human
in humanity,
it’s just _ _ _ _ _ ity,
empty letters floating
in air,
above our heads,
and when we see th..
|
|
Seared in white oak
were the names of the lost
and hungry to be found,
aching with fevered claws,
their alias
scribed in to prosc..
|
|
Sometimes I like the darkness,
the shadows as they creep over
the eyes of lost humanity,
the are real.
They lack of insincere sm..
|
|
We are not infinite,
we are only
ignited embers
of burned out pyres,
mortality seeping through
our bones
of scatte..
|
 |
My tears followed
invisible tangent lines
trailed on my cheeks,
from last years waste
tasting of salty sweets,
and as I blink away
..
|
|
I want to swim
in your skin,
wandering the scuba
crevices of stubble
on your chin,
stroking the ache
of desolate
in your eyes,
..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This