Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page
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Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem
Shine a light on the travesty of men, creatures willing to break each other for an end that means so little in a world that forgets, existence is temporary disease. So we mutter and mumble excuses to please waiting ears that refuse to see tragedy and circumstance that could cause unease for a moment, no … Continue reading Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem
Facebook Short Poetry Series #13
I don't, I mean, I see, wait I have it, somewhere, I think, maybe, possibly They won't understand, probability replacing likelihood I don't want to be seen, they can't get what it means, to be this, the road, the slip of day into night what it means to survive in dusk I have, please, I … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #13
Facebook Short Poetry Series #5
we shifted the scene to fit our benefit, and left the losing to the rest of them forget all you knew, knowing was sold to the highest bidder to bitter to show honestly outside of their eyes. dreamed moments of living a life before the dying gets done, we survive because fighting for life is … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #5