Here I just found this Thought I had Lost it Turns out It was never mine To begin with Careful It's been broken Many times But I hear You like Broken things Take it It's yours If you want it I was never sure What to do With it Anyway They say It holds A …
I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I recommend taking some time to stop by her blog. Her writing is passionate and raw, tells of a longing and need that I think a lot of us can relate …
My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Absolve us Of all this we've Become Let go Of the benign Indifference You hold in your mouth We are ghosts In this place With nothing To haunt Our time punished Through broken lens …
I would give everything to you if I thought it would make any difference. You can have it all, I've held on to it long enough. But what would you do with it? Would you piss it away, day after day in self pity through self loathing? Would you continue to walk around with that …
And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real. Finally we struggle to give it away but the most painful of realizations is the moment when we understand this is ours to keep. I will open your eyes to …
There is a darkness here Within the light Which soaks the dressing In a way I can't ignore A fortune's fool As I tip toe thru the void Wrapped in my cloak Of indignation The required distance Covered The result A deconstruction Tell me something about Rebirth And the innocence you claim From the death …
Fragments, not pieces Suspended Cutting, turning Can you feel me Entering, breathing Fists pounding Will I break this time No Well, maybe But that’s not quite deep enough To give you what you want What you need To purge the flesh Of Secrets Of the rot beneath Exposing your gift to me Assimilating …
