I talked with myself in the moldy mirror He frankly and intensely reminded me of my insecurities but I nod, knowing I remind him of them too. He gave me…
Setting our paces at a day job Undeserving of the lighter things And unhopeful of something more. We looked to be on fire, falling from the sky Like meteors or…
Old memories seem to shatter like broken mirrors in a sea of black ink because Routine days tend to ruin my dreams so I often back think To bright days…
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By A'SunSeptember 20, 2023Posted inPoetry
When time moves slow, sleeping between Every thought, as viscous and adhesive As pine pitch, I know that my Subconscious is preparing a Sacrifice - a pyre to inflame The…
i have been deeply rooted in the place where i was born and though i've spread my roots on out, drawing nourishment from the dark and bloody ground and beyond,…