Driving along the invisible coast of loneliness
he knew his bruises hid more easily at night.
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Tag: poetry
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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Alone
He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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before
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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Splinters
He saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside
the splinters of a broken table.
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Unfinished Souls 