Sunday, June 22, 2014 0 comments

I write a poem
and burn it.
what escapes of it
is my soul.

Saturday, June 21, 2014 0 comments

These ethereal black feathers
falling off the light,
are of nothing
but the reiterated deaths,
when I write about you.

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The insatiable chaos
of your memories,
fading rainbows
of metaphors.

Replenish me, my love
before I cease to exist.

Friday, May 16, 2014 0 comments

The many patterns of silence
In nights and blank poems
Yearning to escape

Thursday, April 3, 2014 0 comments

The melody was repeated
each shadowy dawn.
And my waking was
a solitary note,
lingering until its final fade.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014 0 comments

We live between
the spaces of
promises,

in broken
tea cups
and
shattered
mornings.

then
new vows
soak up
spilled words

until we
fall again.

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Those times
I heard the echo
Long before the sound.

 
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