A Quiet Life A lifetime of quiet resentments Paved the way To red mist driven, Steely sharp Slashing, slashing madness. If only she had told…
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Category: Poetry – prose
The Isolated Man I am the Isolated Man, Smothered by the empty air that fills my mouth, Burning me as I move by. I am…
I am made of tears,
Silent and unshed.
So hardened
The sharpest diamond blades
Could not cut them.
Like a Stranger at a bus stop Like a stranger at a bus stop you looked at me, Your rage obvious in your clenched shoulders,…
Deep down,
Deeper than doubt,
Deeper than love,
Deeper than everything.
Cold and still.
Here little fishy.
Wrap me up inside your cool flesh.
Our Shaman Our Shaman…. For he is the heart of us all. The Knowing ridges his speaking into fate; Our fate; The fate that he…
Being with you has made me a better man.
Not a richer one, or a cleverer one,
But a happier one, a better one.
Sometimes Sometimes she got so Very FULL Of things Once more Unsaid, She feared the words Would force themselves Out of her skin, Tearing a…
Full of emptiness Blue and dull. Can’t even be bored Enough to care. I’m hiding, Looking for a Me That’s somewhere. Anywhere. Whatever.
I sing And my brain smiles. I breathe and I live. I sing And my heart beats. When I sleep, I dream, When I sing…