gap

Sometimes the greatest poetry…

Rage, silent storm;

Is the absence of any.

The quiet, heavy ladled

Only over the story..

Power un-endowed.

You would tell, but refuse.

Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.

You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.

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endings

they are sad. they are also new. people think about the brokenness of endings, the loss of potential. but endings are as new as presents on Christmas day. they are unseen, unheard, unknown. they are new to me and to you and new to everyone who experiences them. and an ending allows you to breathe and start fresh. it lets you let go of past mistakes while holding on to past joys, past successes. it lets you live and let live. endings are new so that beginnings can be steady. endings are the foundation of the next step. they are the fear and terror of night with all the promise of beauty at the sunrise. they are necessary. and utterly remarkable. and so terribly new.

How much do I love you?

Nothing speaks like distance, wreaks
The Missing ever sullenly. 
It wriggles, worms and vines
Its fingers curl and find
The shivers in your heart where silver ribbons sing and rhyme.

The question swims in mire of miles,
The ‘maybe’ hangs in thought
Of heartaches formed by spinning stars
Which, creaking, buy their lot

Of lovelorn roads and Wandering loads
That crush the doubt inside.