Category: Deep

i crash and breakdown by
the picture on the bedside,
lost in the eternal search
for the last breath
before the final kiss.

                                              avp

between the breath
and the kiss
are tear drops
from a bottle

AVP

like a silent movie
i turn down
the voices inside my head
that talk me down
telling me
i don’t have wings
to dream

AVP

walking past you

i tripped over a memory

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pushing rain drops
back into the sky
is easier
than seeing you walk away

                                                             avp

in a field 

collecting rain,

i watched you open

that box 

of beautiful lies

                                           AVP

from the arms of silence
i gave you my last shirt
and the rain covered
my tears

AVP

a crooked bedside lamp shade
shapes in light,
a life on the table
of broken clocks and mirrors.

                                                                avp

there’s something tragic about
sitting outside his door
when it smells like rain

AVP

shadows on puppet wires dancing

under dark clouds in my room,

 slip on stapled magazine collections

crashing into jars of screams, dreams

and missing puzzle pieces.

                        AVP