An old man stands in front of an old tree, hands folded behind his back, contemplating its form.A mutual awe, as the branches reach trying…
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It’s selfish you said In a metaphorical Poetical Way. Selfish to hope To Die Young? Selfish to Sell your soul To a handyman Who works…
Comments closedRobins eggs are the brightest blue of spring, imagine one shattered by clouds that are the warmest grey, like your old t-shirt perfectly worn. You…
Comments closedI met you on the couch at my cousin’s house While they were touring the Mansfield penitentiary Inside of me In a corner with warm…
Comments closedPractically, I told you that we were too young, The biggest lie we’re told is that we ever grow old Was your response What would…
Comments closedBranches wrapped in cellophane Covered with glitter Reflecting the memories Of sun Blinding Too bright to look at dead on Like magnesium set on fire…
Comments closedI read a quote on a wall In a bathroom in Cleveland That said We think we saw It reminded me Of a tub we…
Comments closedLove turns to hate Fate, Dispatched. It’s real You said. Puddles on your face Replace freckles, Reflecting the light Lost by street lamps surrounding us.…
Comments closedShooting up sunshine Reveals shadows Engraving on your arm, Illusions of space and color Cut grass beneath snow, Melting indignation Bends backs low, Winter goes…
Comments closedHow strange, drained, drudged, requiring remedial attention. Attain the feeling, felt in fall. Sitting knitting knots noticeably hidden. Colors collect, and spread sporadically, settling only…
Comments closedMaking decisions is a mission that does not need to be envisioned. My mind cannot find the time to begin. Our collision has given you…
Comments closedi saw my teacher walking Down by the river As we crossed the bridge She stopped And looked at the calm surface Veiling the depth…
Comments closedyou Locked my soul buried under the tree and distractedly forgot you locked me warm wrapped in ignorance you see shadows Of things Without bodies…
Comments closedYour clothes are soaked with emotion. Drenched with an inability to understand. Your mind is overflowing with thoughts concocted by a need, bubbling out of…
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