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Tag Archives: anger
This is not why we are born
This is not why we are born, So that our deaths and the men that make then can become the next step in the social medialization of outrage, the emoji tears for a murder scattered in bytes and not sliding … Continue reading
James was right about a lot of things
James was right about a lot of things and if he heard the words your lips made he would wonder if you would try ever to kiss me with that mouth or if I could taste past the bitterness rolled … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, faith, life, loss of love, New Free Verse, relationships
Tagged anger, damage, poetry
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tantrumming (broken man)
your fists shatter mirrors punch holes in walls & you with bleeding knuckles slam your own face into a door to prove what (?) that what breaks you inside to sharpness is your heart breaking & you must keep milling it … Continue reading
if I say nothing
if I say nothing keep this heart sewn closed as my mouth if I just speak if I just speak if I just speak my eyes their truth and voice frames no words for you to spin if I say nothing you … Continue reading
nothing civil
there is nothing civil in this warring eye to eye I count the raised blood vessels in your eyes/lack of sleep or too much smoke or perhaps even grief scrawling the whites with red ink loss written in a language … Continue reading
relational mechanics
finally, past pretending I force my eyes from the fixed point on the wall I was memorizing instead of listening and look at you; my eyes starting at the point I suppose your heart leaps beneath skin and sternum though … Continue reading
volatility
I would prefer a slower burn between us, a steadier fire because, when this ignites all that will be left for us is the taste of metal in our mouths & a handful of ashes