Thick thoughts rush:
swiftly blurring words
that shatter softened skies.
Blindly leaking stars,
dispel the harmony
of a halcyon life.
Balance stems from
the perennial growing
of rosy diction.
The past holds meaning
and the future is leading
to a resilience in being.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
it was sandcastle cities with you:
careful residing in the threat
of it all crumbling away
with steadfast eyes,
I watched as you made
a fine-grained mess
watching and waiting
for the inevitable blow of
your city-collapsing wave of truth
it was sandcastle cities –
dedicated to you.
I dedicated myself to you,
and it was easy to do.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC