Fourty Nine
the wind sweeps
tears from the sky
I catch them
on my cheeks
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
toss and turning
after sleepless nights, an new day dawns
and the light is strangely refreshing.
coiled limbs are stretched
like skins cracked
and shed
scales shining
are balanced again
and the fear that gnaws
is toothless
and it's mouth
though wide
is not so bold
we reach into the abyss
to find no monsters
only the unknown
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
requiem
standing on the edge of the storm, waiting for the rest of my life to appear. this fixation on signposts and trail blazers leaves me counting footsteps and sniffing tracks.
she reminds me of my history. of these things so repeatitious that i forget they even exist until someone points them out. the way i crook my my hand slightly inwards drinking tea, these small cricles of despair that i dance around myself.
i could never be enough for me, or anybody else
post script
then the smoke reveals the golden lining of the clouds. and you remember that the sky is always the exact shade you need it to be. and you take it into you until it is of you. until your heart is light enough to bear.
she reminds me of my history. of these things so repeatitious that i forget they even exist until someone points them out. the way i crook my my hand slightly inwards drinking tea, these small cricles of despair that i dance around myself.
i could never be enough for me, or anybody else
post script
then the smoke reveals the golden lining of the clouds. and you remember that the sky is always the exact shade you need it to be. and you take it into you until it is of you. until your heart is light enough to bear.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
99 beautiful moments: a study
fourty five
the last of the rains
inhaled into the earth
fracturing beneath feet
the last of the rains
inhaled into the earth
fracturing beneath feet
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