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My stomach is bound tighter then a gourd,hopefully nothing spills out.I dreamt of the beach and the boats bobbinglike toys almost and the people only ..
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To think that I chase you like a dog after it's tail,makes me dizzy just to rememberhow bright and shiny you once seemed to me,the black crow pecking ..
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These clipped nails always grow back,insulting my efforts to refine the feral self,the monster lying crouched in my valveslike Grendel in his cave, em..
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I rest the slope of my forehead against the concave curvature between your scapula,now nowhere will I find rest.I want to make a knot with our fingers..
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The more quickly I grew, the sooner I could leave you,
Discard my patchwork heart for a stone the size of my fist:
Bare-knuckled and bruised; ..
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My bedroom is my loneliness:
Curtained, lamp lit---a rosy hue,
The nightstand lacking a decent, framed photograph,
Ophelia in the riverbed pi..
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I am not a vault of secrets;
in my box, nothing is confessed.
I make my own regrets stirring
black pools where creatures
provoked rise to bite.
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A series based upon mythology with a modern narrative. Any thoughts and suggestions welcome.
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The more quickly I grew, the sooner I could leave you,
Discard my patchwork heart for a stone the size of my fist:
Bare-knuckled and bruised; it..
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I think I've lost you truly
as the present is lost to the past
this time:
there will be no more midnight conversations,
murmured lullabies that d..
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