Trauma scenes lurk everywhere in the corners of our world. . . They shock our eyes and wound our mind into a lasting paralysis. Maddening
Category: Poetry
I love the way you hate me. . . when your smile reveals fangs, and your laughter lacks humane lustre I love the way you
Underneath the books lies the rot in the club Underneath the drinks lies the drain in the bar The church is whitewashed on the outside
Was that a victory song? Yes, it was. But did you count the losses? What losses? Was that a landslide win? Yes, it was. But
Faces. Phases. Smiling faces Frowning faces Sad faces Dry faces Wet faces. Faces are always in phases Faces are in seasons: Autumnal faces Summer faces
Touch me gently, not roughly, For I am sensitive. Your soft touch tickles my soft side. When pushed to the wall, I go home, close
Trauma scenes lurk everywhere in the corners of our world. . . They shock our eyes and wound our mind into a lasting paralysis. Maddening
Poetry when it matters Poetry when I’m happy Poetry when it hurts Poetry when it rains Poetry in the storms Poetry when in tears Poetry
You’re on the boundaries of Time, where the present divides the past, and the future circles like eternity. You think of the transformations wrought by