my heart crumbles;
half baked sweetness
coated with roughage
a poor mans pie
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
post script
For V
the mirror exists only to show us
what we look like
we are not our reflections.
I struggled with yours for so long;
turned it over in my palm
till my nervous twitch
smoothed
that which was sharpened
shined
that which was dulled
this is the only way I know
with stones
the mirror exists only to show us
what we look like
we are not our reflections.
I struggled with yours for so long;
turned it over in my palm
till my nervous twitch
smoothed
that which was sharpened
shined
that which was dulled
this is the only way I know
with stones
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
99 beautiful moments: a study
sixty six
i bait my breath
a small hook
dangling in the open air
my thoughts run wild
bolting past my heart
caught in my throat
i bait my breath
a small hook
dangling in the open air
my thoughts run wild
bolting past my heart
caught in my throat
Friday, November 4, 2011
99 beauitful moments: a study
Sixty five
The gentle hum
of productivity
drowns out the screaming
deadlines
The gentle hum
of productivity
drowns out the screaming
deadlines
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
99 beautiful moments: a study
sixty four
the rain caresses
the range in tendrils
clouds draped across the horizon
i slide down them
into the earth
the rain caresses
the range in tendrils
clouds draped across the horizon
i slide down them
into the earth
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