Poems from Sparchules
There is always that one person.
that no matter how much
time has passed,
no matter how many times you cried--
and told yourself
that they...
A small cup--
with tiny discs
and colorful oblong
obsessions,
I take them to
feel whole.
I take them with
hope to wash them down--
Are the...
Upon her cold
pallid cheek,
Death laid a final kiss.
A parting gift life
could never give.
Pull and push,
breathe.
Tug and tear,
breathe.
Claw and grasp,
breathe.
Stare at the ceiling,
whilst the present
tries to slip away,
as you...
Where has it gone?
the time when
Happiness was a
a light inside
the soul?
It has been so long
since these were felt.
All that remains ...