The paleness against the white reminds me of the empty room I'm in. I knew her once, the girl sitting here. Years ago, playing for the walls. She was unsure, stilted, awkward, and playing pretend, in memoriam. For who she had lost, what she had lost, So many lives lost in the scales and foolishly, … Continue reading Soft Piano Tune
Poetry
Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
"Easier, Maybe, Possibly" Nonsensical nonsense so nonsense-able that we should feel foreboding. Like he said, beware the jabberwock, grumble twitching squeals of maniacal delight that we believe the idea of the bandersnitch in its glorious frumiosity, easily misunderstood, as all bandersnitches should, in regards to their beside manners. A kiss, maybe, but the warbling bird … Continue reading Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
Meaning
Oh how I found the meaning, buried deep in tender flesh; with soft sighs and begging pleas I found meaning in this world, on her way back down to earth.
Closed Eyes
I closed my eyes and you were gone safe and sound, out of sight, we fight this fight and still we die. she whispered, “just close your eyes,” and in the early morn of an unassuming day she slipped from my life. No one teaches you to hold the right way, so focused on productivity … Continue reading Closed Eyes
Faith Taryn Davies 