This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: May, 2013


Losing everything caused me to stop
Stop running, stop losing myself, stop dancing with danger
I had to learn how to love again
And love again I do



I love you with all of the pieces
of my broken heart
Each shard has been
chunked off
Strewn to the grounds of my sphere
Clogging the drain
An endless list
of countless self tortures
Mortared between gravity
and the last tear
Noticed not
Until your face appeared