Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
AVP
Tag: poetry slam
Insanity
He stands between two shadows
whose voices don’t use words,
but throw grief like glitter
in the attic of insanity.
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Blankets
Swimming in a sea of blankets
can entangle your feet
and drown your day.
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Coast
Driving along the invisible coast of loneliness
he knew his bruises hid more easily at night.
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Itinerant
His itinerant footprints in the sand
were swept away long before
he could even turn his head to look at them.
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Space
What he heard from the touch
was the space,
in between words.
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Chaos
These hands
that build tomorrows bridge
from clutter and chaos,
is a dangerous brokeness to cross.
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Tasted
He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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Crooked
When courage wasn’t home.
he walked back down to the crooked tree
where light bows down to the night
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Halos
Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Unfinished Souls 