But the only home I ever knew,
Was embodied in to the thought of you.
All tagged poem
Reflections
At dusk,
When heartbreak comes knocking
At your door, be kind, let it pass
Breakdown Season
i see the fragments everywhere now:
i spot the cracks, the crevices,
the shedding of shells and shards,
flying off like freebound scrapnel—
the ache of everyone flaking away,
fading into the sunlight of day;
Declaration of Independence
Once - we were all that child.
Mother, what happened ?
My words have escaped my touch;
my thoughts cannot find home.
To The River
I can smell burnt nerves
below my nose
in this dizziness, caused by a fire;
there is not enough air left for me here...
The Storm
A ring, a reverberation, a vibration, a brash ration...
My hands are sweaty, My heart beats too fast (not fluttering like the wings of a bird but
thumping like stones being thrown into water).
The scent of the pages of fifty-year-old booksup in the cold up, Your breaths twirling up,