A slight change in a singular moment and we taught ourselves that it was just imagination. But we are here. I am here, in this time that will cease to exist before the next draw of my breath. It is important to say. Important to note the slight change because they have told us all … Continue reading Slight
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Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
Word is that some words don't exist. Maybe, it's possible....or maybe I'm simply losing it. All that I am, all that can be fighting between drug-fueled dreams, and hectic realities. Tell me, my dear, what is the time the white rabbit has gone, and I haven't had the guts to follow since I last read … Continue reading Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
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
What Happened?
*I'm not giving up on my letters, I just had to get this poem out* What Happened She said not to use I or very, or stuff, thing was useless and it all led to excuses, and a terrible rhyme. So he drew it in the sand, and left it for everyone to find only … Continue reading What Happened?
