It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
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Awake at 4am
The nightmares don't go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. The time that stretches between midnight and daybreak is infinite, unwavering, unchanging. I sit in it, sometimes trying … Continue reading Awake at 4am
Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
"Easier, Maybe, Possibly" Nonsensical nonsense so nonsense-able that we should feel foreboding. Like he said, beware the jabberwock, grumble twitching squeals of maniacal delight that we believe the idea of the bandersnitch in its glorious frumiosity, easily misunderstood, as all bandersnitches should, in regards to their beside manners. A kiss, maybe, but the warbling bird … Continue reading Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
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
Faith Taryn Davies 