You let, you let the soft whispers fill your mind with false hope. Do you truly believe that we, we, will ever be gone? I'm always here, always, I will let your blood spill passed broken skin like water through a dam that is too brittle to withstand the force of the pain pressing its … Continue reading Throw Back: “What Have You Done?”
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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
Slipping
Hold back, hold on, letting go is too easy there is a catch, there has to be, something, something give it meaning, tell me what is needed to be heard, before it slips through the thin grasp I have. Let go they say, let it be free, but there is a catch, always a catch … Continue reading Slipping
Forgotten Post 12: Voice
What's the difference between a poet and a king? Royalty and you and me. Maybe you've forgotten, it has been so long since the days where poets were more dangerous than a blade for what better way, when one aims to misbehave, the settle words upon the masses that will haunt them to their graves. … Continue reading Forgotten Post 12: Voice
Faith Taryn Davies 