And that was it, there was nothing left to say;
In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning;
No Reason
Tag: poem
I get up at dawn
This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition.
So Very Much is Left…
So very much is left unseen
Between the printed out pictures and
Remember
My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously.
Not a Rose
This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea.
See you around
A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour.
Vigilance
In the resilient haze of my infanthood A half-opened drawer of linens Exudes my mother’s fragrance Of jasmine, almond, and cloves.
Freed
My poem reflects an idiosyncratic vision of the mind/body divide and of the journey to personal freedom.
Dark Mess
An inevitable mess
maybe it’s an angel?
A poem about incidental childhood fear and how those fears grow into logical reactions.
The Road to Nowhere
My screams Are making my Parents bleed Like a thousand paper cuts On a single finger
The Dream Road
Searching for the Dream Road the one not found in the darkness Where my soul can reload
Feet Up On The Dash
A poem about trying to escape a mundane existence but knowing deep down the escape is impossible but still having an ounce of hope.
It’s Time
A fragile reflection bounces off the mirror as a soft, dulled image lulled by a slow, backward pull away from pain.
The step
And shower waterfalls like moonlight at armistice for the elderly or youth in the all together
Let’s Confess
cast off your cloak show me your scars i’ll show you mine