Can superheroes truly be super, if they die in droves?One after the otherOne by oneto ashes, to dust,wind sweeping them across my feet, dirtying the whites of my shoes like the dust of my youth once did. They didn't all wear capes. They wore cardigans, and glasses.They smelled of fire, of thick clothes and leatherThey … Continue reading Loss of Faith
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Returning Home
I had three years of sunlight, years of it got better, and I was free from the place I had begun to believe would always be where I should be. I'm walking a familiar path overgrown as it always was, and the icy breeze moves the leaves every so slightly, but the sun always caught … Continue reading Returning Home
You Told Me To Believe
I am a lost boy, the song lingers and I dream. Dream of laughter and peace quiet moments stolen in the the breaks of dawn, and I believed. Now the words you spoke sit on repeat, repeatedly breaking me. The grace we once held, lost in the snow of scratched records that you swore was … Continue reading You Told Me To Believe
Death’s Driver
A/N I don't have a date for this one, although I can tell you it was written when I was in college the first time around, so between 2005 and 2010. It was written on the back of an old assignment and is unfinished. I don't know where the second part of the poem is, … Continue reading Death’s Driver
Faith Taryn Davies 