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her face

her stubborn smile feeds her face

her buttered up cheeks sore to the stroke

her ripped nose, congested and condoled

her crushed velvet eyes like whole pies

her creaseless forehead, seamless soft as a sole

her prominent chin striking me bold

 

these are the things I see her for


thought

Slipping through the night

I almost held my breath

wanted to blink twice

but I pushed and did it anyway

dont grab my hand

I want to be free

Jumping from the sky

into the sea


I

I can only make for myself the life I create

The pain I harbor follows me like a steel knife

And my feelings punish me for having emotions

If I cease them, they fail to breathe and let lie

I try to hope for tranquility

But hope doesn’t pursue truth

Truth hurts but sets me free

My wordle image from a document of poetry and shorts over the last 2 years