Poems from Overlapping_Cacophony
For half my life, poetry has been a way to express a thought or moment that I wanted to hold onto forever. Some days we sip from life, others we drink greedily. I just want to touch someone, so sip and drink, and feel my words as only you will.
There is a weakness in me.
A small glint
of a child not yet grown.
It lives in me,
And everything I am;
everything I do.
And at our...
Perhaps one more before I go.
This one is dedicated to the men,
a man’s height beneath the floor.
Sitting in chairs, until the room...
Frost encumbered
yet sitting in the sun
the green grass glows.
Beautiful to the world
but look inside,
its heart froze.
In a system...
It is a transcendenceof space and time.A place to dieand be bornand liveand learnand lose and gain.
To not own it,but to own it.To not...
The hate. It rages;
burns my shackles to reality
until I am no longer bound.
So I whither and shrink and hide,
like an arachnid,
in fear...