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
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #8
In bitterness we exist, we being I, me, you tired in an age of endless energy unaware we went wrong at the beginning. broken choices and strained voices ask if this is right? wrong being impossible because failure was never acceptable. why did I come? to stay, to wander, there is no reason although I'm … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #8
Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
24 not long or so I'm told, it's lonely, cold, eventually bad days, worse days, of being tired, worn, frayed, is it this? can we, anyone, can we live, I'm the game, lives lost without saving, glitter fades away souls in corners wet eyes, dry cheeks, it reeks, the pain, as it fills lungs, chests, … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
Mirror
Slipping so silently it's almost too beautiful for words, smile, she once said, smile so they know you are alright, despite the fire slowly waning in the moonlight. It's a beautiful disgrace, the word, the movement, that lay tattered lines across well-hated skin, we lived in the moments until the moments left us behind. And … Continue reading Mirror