glazed eyes in the wake of the night shreddings fall from grace deftly yielding a carving blade like a Fate hands holding still a bar of soap embedding lies confidently construed at sixteen that will follow til much after twenty-two. you've carved a path, a slippery slope on which you've fallen, your head hurt your… Continue reading what a tangled web we weave
in a compendium constellation on a quiet and distant night across the universe you spoke to me in dull echoes and blinking lights a whisper in the evening for a day we could not wait the wonder of exhaling butterflies into space oh what glee it would bring to be together so we could sing… Continue reading space
sunken tired eyes close and focus like a broken camera lens the mirror speaks a different language in the dead of night when you are faced with your own face a face that is not your own staring back boring into your soul and the sudden jolt when you recognize that you are recognized by… Continue reading THREE A.M.
The storm stranded my boat onto your faraway shore The water took me down, dark and suffocating below and you stood, eyes steady and waiting for me to swim to you but my vision was a dark tunnel and your voice as distant too, so your waves carried me and taught me how to swim(your… Continue reading (you were never alone)
for all the places you've never been and all the people you've never known for all the things you've never seen and that you haven't had for your own for the waves that carry you to the abyss and the broken ship that floats you home to the shores of dreams you can't retrieve… Continue reading – – –
I fell upon your grace in the blinding reflection of the early sunset’s fire igniting the underbelly of the flock flying south to shelter against a crisp winter fifteen fireballs deafening drowning my lungs dissolving I fell upon your grace and committed it to memory