He sparks a flame and inside lights a desire. He inhales.
And with his exhale he breathes tears, death, and madness.
He signs it with a grin and then tosses the idea into the fire.
Gotta Find a Home
6 December 2013
I was late this morning, overslept. As I got off the bus I saw Metro. He said, “I haven’t seen her for a while. 2,115 more words
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Water washes over
The thinker standing
Wondering of many
A question about
That have been carried.
All to help
Answer the questions… 54 more words
Freedom of the Heart
As I writer of spiritual poetry, I always focus on all the many things in our world that reflect that infinite bounty that is found within us all. 872 more words
what can god read to make him feel more human? then there’s this about how the nose and ears never stop growing. I can believe it because at desks even so calm some seem to be cowering. 43 more words
Sometimes I tug at my earlobe and feel the slight indents of so many half-closed over piercings. Little holes, adventures in body-modification, that expressed some transitory desire to fit in or be someone else’s beautiful. 28 more words
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boy, you will think smoking makes a pearl in your gut. there will be three doctors like writing shacks constructed from memory. to each you will deny the existence of a one-way baseball. 61 more words
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