what I don't say could never fill all the spaces between us, and I'm already closer than you think.
what I don't know is how to make you believe,
in the gravity I'm falling right through.
how I'm trying
but the words are all deformed and disproven before they even reach my lips
black with my dark heart , my lonely bloodied beating joy,
gasping for the oxygen to fan these flames;
how can I kiss you with a mouth full ash?
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Enough
I come from a long line of people
well practised in the art of
not wanting too much.
And although I can only see into the near distance
I can feel in my cells,
the turning of years disturbed;
all past presents
and every way it might mean.
The impossible fragility of living and dying
the constant pressure of air
to breathe
and be
maybe....
Enough
well practised in the art of
not wanting too much.
And although I can only see into the near distance
I can feel in my cells,
the turning of years disturbed;
all past presents
and every way it might mean.
The impossible fragility of living and dying
the constant pressure of air
to breathe
and be
maybe....
Enough
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Time backs up
fists balled
cornered in relief
like she's been waiting patiently all her life for this.
tears mixed in equal measure of joy and grief.
I was not asleep
yet I was dreaming,
you were mercy's hands
holding that place where I could not reach
where I need
where I breathe
and shit gets real.
fists balled
cornered in relief
like she's been waiting patiently all her life for this.
tears mixed in equal measure of joy and grief.
I was not asleep
yet I was dreaming,
you were mercy's hands
holding that place where I could not reach
where I need
where I breathe
and shit gets real.
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