A Sick Strange Heaven.

Because we all know what it is.

It’s a brilliance of things,
Woven together.
Things that are never sure,
Too pure and
Raw enough to make you
Sick.

Words are always unspoken,
Perfect and known.
Whispered through strings,
That close and
Bind in a way that is so
Strange.

It burns and rises, never to
Fall before us.
It works alone with us,
Undefined and
will always hurt us like
Heaven.

Author's Note

Love: a thing I can describe in so many words, it's impossible to find them all.

Reviews

[Sean Eddingfield]

You are truly a great modern day poet. No poop.

[Meredith Leigh]

It's a brilliance of things,
Woven together.
Things that are never sure,
Too pure and
Raw enough to make you
Sick.

I LOVE that, it's got so much truth in it, and it's written in such an appealing way. It's got that raw, gritty flow to it that I love in writing. Nice job!

- Kriss