A tragic end is a tragedy, not because it ends. Things don’t end. They just stop being known. A train speeding faster than sight. A black circle painted on a wall. It passes through, I crash into the stone. Where it goes, I cannot follow. I weep not because it is lost, but because I … Continue reading Train
In my valley that I call “ours” the river becomes a sea with time and tears. I bring you to bed, like a mother. I pray for your safety, to the god of my unbelief. You were entrusted to me; to know you, not protect you. Alas, these valleys become tunnels, the way becomes lost. … Continue reading Tunnels
I sense my oceans collide, and the scent of the sky;wandering in love, like a cloak of golda shameless bride bestowedIts coming. Its coming incolorsflashes of glamour this sequence is halfway to seeking yourmelodyLight I’m left to drown in, feeding my inner storylike honeyed wine quenches the thirst of a broken manI am drunk and … Continue reading White Marble
It is too quiet to be called “nature.” The few crickets are too cautious in their chirping. A single bird cry, but no rustling in the branches. No symphony of avian energy, dotted arrows do not pierce the sky. Even the gnats are not humming in the low, damp air just above the earth. Is … Continue reading Forest Graves
I’ve waited years to finally meet the “you” I’ve heard so much about. What kept you so long? Perhaps my mind tumbled from one terminus to the next. Or felt a warm wind blowing, a symmetry I wanted to break. There’s a banquet set before us. A book of straight lines and broken kisses, parted … Continue reading Wave
It’s an unfavorable sound, resiliently ambiguous, a wordless noise, primordial clicking, wet masticated chews, a gurgling rumble, a belching grunt. This humanity is a fleshy, voluptuous puddle. They look out from their tepid stew up to the glittering, glowing perfect sky. They say, “We are the sky, the stars are our glory.” Far beyond and … Continue reading The Joke
At the very least he loves being loved, “At the very least…” Such ice can slice. A papercut leaves wounds you cannot see, but you feel its sting. Well? That’s something isn’t it? enough for these bones, hollow as bamboo, old like cold stone. How dark is this dark? I would not see love were … Continue reading Draught
Good morning friends, I know it’s been a few days since I’ve posted a new poem. I’ve been going through a depressive state and am trying to work my way out. It’s very difficult to share poems when you look at them and feel nothing about them. I know no one is waiting for my … Continue reading Update:
This is a point in our meager history where these battles of conscience plague us; when we let the music go before our steps. So we ravaged you, used you as a tool. So you wept when it was finished. So thirsty with ambition oozing like black ichor, they tore the light from your sky. … Continue reading Testament
There’s an approaching emptiness, sweeping past the dust. This smoke; a drum beat to move to, a dream to cash in on, a sanctioned escape within the borders of prison. We never see the other side of the moon, but it would shine so bright if only light would fall on it. Gravity has made … Continue reading Revolutions Pt. 2
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