#squeezed
poems
are like grapes
squeezed
from the winepress
of grief
and sorrow....
cj 2016
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
How do you **** a life*?
But you do it so well
what expertise in*
elegies
the choices
tone, words
you mourn too
sweet little nothings
pitiful stare
buttery
and nice
share a piece of cake
so sugary
and cherry on top
all the facts,
I deleted from my mind
restored back
It is the rush of feelings
too many at the same time
You have squeezed my
Soul out
I am empty
Inside out,
executed in precision
I can never mend
my pieces back.*
I am short of breath,
You did it so well,
or am I short of me?
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
each awakening
the old-
brand new skin
a mind from sleep
-the sponge
squeezed dry.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC