Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
AVP
He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor of an aging life
untouched and unloved.
AVP
It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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Something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
AVP
before your words became bruises,
before your hands were a weapon,
before my shirt lost its white,
and before tears were my food,
you were my father
and i was your son.
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AVP
he freed his fingers from my hand
to paint his own van Gogh
on the side of another square
he felt was a better fit.
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with a carnival balloon in hand
and paper banjos playing softly beside the river
he walked home,
pausing only for a moment
to released the fictional helium hope
of ever finding his own huckleberry …
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thickly layered and fragile
she sat in her safe space
framed by the things she’d become.
jealous for never taking chances
or challenging her truths
made of glue and antiseptic.
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