I wouldn’t know what to do.
The melting wick from my heart drips a crimson stain that puddles at my feet.
The sticky substance thickens quickly and I become stubborn.
I couldn’t tell right from wrong, more-so what feels right from wrong.
The sun beams down unto my black forehead and I…
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Cinque Terre - Riomaggiore by Viktor Lakics
500px.comBack from Holiday… As you may have guessed I went to Italy and took some pics… Hope you like them… ——————————————————— The Cinque Terre is a rugged portion of coast on the Italian Riviera. It is in the Liguria region of…
Mount Hamilton Road CA
we
pass
our tears
around like
old hand-me-
downs.
the
ocean is
dusted with
salt and
sobs, its
waves
feathered by
sorrow and
sea foam,
for
Misery
paints bitter
ashes on our
tongues. and
the sky
weaves clouds
from drops of
despair, ’til
even the
heavens are
bent and gray,
peppered in
grief.so
the
rain
begins
to
fall.
So beautiful.
Remembering Austria.
I was too tired to write yesterday; I am too sick to write today; I will be too old to write tomorrow. But mostly, I am too afraid to write nowadays.
Just last week, I strolled through the streets hoping to fall upon a vision. I scoured the park for lazy metaphors and window-shopped for similes….
They are reading your poems in Elysium
Students carry you proud as a myth
We stay poor
Seated beside a fat lawyer
Trapped behind an intense
Reclined discussion on guns
How to fit a boy to a rifle stockWe stay poor and tired
They are reading your poems in New York
In Prague in Sydney
You…
