I'm not bulletproof, it all gets to me, the laughter and tears, we exist in the moment where you pull the trigger while I stand in front of you. it's a simple touch, a flex of tendon and bone, and muscles quiver in anticipation, and in the second we are gods bringing down our own … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #12
Day: August 23, 2012
Facebook Short Poetry Series #11
It ends, you know, life. It ends in ways we expect, or don't expect. But it starts where it ends, and ends where it starts, and all the while we worry over it. Over the chaos, the boundaries, which line to follow, we worry, and waste away the miles between the start and the end. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #11
Facebook Short Poetry Series #10
We live in fluctuation time spent coming and going unsure of the journey and the destination. But it is a comforting existence that reminds us of the living we once did, and hope to once do again. We, bound in flesh and emotion, a silent generation illuminated by pale screens and media pages live for … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #10