Poems
It was only a touch But it linked us Like the one point On a scrawled map Between the scribbles Of our sprawling lives Two tangled tumbleweeds Of smudged lines And empty spaces It was only a word But its meaning Became our meaning The roads we walked And oceans
Poems
Our unwritten poems are haunting us Seeping through thoughts Silent, insistent Like a presence in the night Lurking, dangerous But maybe just a figment That is gone come morning Our unwritten poems are drowning us Strangling, gasping words Silently suffocating Like water filling our lungs bursting with meaning But a
Poems
Questions and answers Truth and lies Pieces everywhere Scattered understanding Hastily assembled A flawed burden Carried far Vacant questions Errant answers Twisting truths Laughing lies Impossible understanding Barely balanced On bent back Blissful failure Sudden relief The burden shattered Pieces everywhere Fractured understanding Clumsily gathered Shouldered once more