in the ashes of clipped wings
he kept his love of feathered fragment remains
hidden where no light would find it.
avp
in the ashes of clipped wings
he kept his love of feathered fragment remains
hidden where no light would find it.
avp
carved away by a river of pain,
the worn and jagged edges of his heart
now expose the forgotten sedimentary layer
of how to love.
avp
wearing his favorite t-shirt
and a coquettish grin,
he played board games
with dice and peoples hearts
losing his turn at love…
on his final spin.
avp
born with a broken heart,
hollow thoughts crowd his mind
like a choir of burnt out candles
forgotten
in the middle of nowhere.
avp
he painted red on fractured walls
to hide the stains
that live in him.
avp
tangled up in an old lovers shirt,
he fell to the ground
and buried his abandoned heart.
avp
he painted all the time
so not to notice
he was falling with wings.
avp
tears put out the fire’s flame
but it’s sparks still filled with hope
flood the sky for love’s return.
avp
closing the blinds
he turned away
tired of the moment,
and settled for a daydream.
avp
while listening to the rain
tapping on the leaves
you let it all pour out
and cried on me.
avp