Tags : Neglect

White painted walls

White painted walls

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to ..
We are the deer and we are the tiger

We are the deer and we are the tiger

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


It's primal. A deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: ..
Everyone warns me about the fire

Everyone warns me about the fire

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Everyone warns me about the fire; it'll burn me, it'll sting, it'll dance and lure me into forgiving but no one else has stayed to..
A lamb in a family of teeth

A lamb in a family of teeth

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance..
Even your gaze burns

Even your gaze burns

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f..
An empty cage

An empty cage

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


I am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm ..
I had no body

I had no body

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


I had no body; no shape described me. I was confined by loneliness, but I was free. Floating in the sky I could see a light; so bright but ..
Where there's a wolf

Where there's a wolf

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we..
Home is where the blue lives

Home is where the blue lives

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


I can't go home.He says: "Why don't you justgo home for the day?" but home is wherethe blue lives.As blue does, as the ocean may:it suffocates.Though ..
A father doesn't have eyes

A father doesn't have eyes

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


I thought we spoke the same language.I thoughtwe wore the same eyes, buta father doesn't have eyes.There has never been anything for him to look atand..

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