Friday, 6 October 2017

the pen rained pain

and of all the seamstresses in the
world this paper was the only
one that didn't tear its lean
poetic arms.


worded in a different window
of rainbow fluids large
enough to open my arms
and close my opal crown;
define my resisting core
scratched of my half-opened
eye.


awaken my whole with your
grey clouded shatters and
disappear with us in whole
hearted emptiness strides.


shredded vocabulary
where this place is all
i have to call a homeless
departure.


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...