it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...
you
no longer...
You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...
from a closed window
a girl with teary eyes watches...
My spirit is wide open
my soul is exploring...
The wind is roaring through my ears-
mesocyclones fill my ribcage and...
I wrote these poems for a dear friend whose...
Hey, don't label me...
They were united
before the world split to two...
You hug the earth
tightly with your...
the sounds are getting louder
and the wick is losing its fire...
you
won’t...