Non-unique formed poetry
That voice on my brow which carries me through Stretches along my anachronistic mind Breaches through the softest cries and…
What do I find myself to be Called upon with expectations, requirements of another world Finding fault that lies not…
Those shakes, that uncertainty No day is worse than the first What will happen, what can't be reversed The fear…
She's a collector of simple things The breakdowns, the sheared hair, the open vein She collects them all, nothing missed…
Home is not walls, nor roof, floor, nor a set of french doors. Home is a state of mind. It's…
I can't recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency It's flavor…
Feeling the electric lines and their sparkling chatter recalls a sense of self A reverting of time as memories of…
I am the Sword I am that which shatters, that which cuts I have no opponents, only allies I create…
What better day, than saturday What dawn arrives to announce itself so joyously What dusk lingers so long There are…