Tag Archives: Survival
What to doTunnel Visions
You are the wrong kind of torque
An un-fun velocity
A ballsy, bitter ride
In an ego-driven coupe
I’d prayed to survive
I am the wanted-to-walk
An emotional dallier
A noticing, freak-of-nature
In a too-long skirt length
You’d failed to ally
Cold Blood
So icy
It was
How many times did I cut my hands
Cut my heart
Cut my teeth
It was
As if I’d lived a thousand Januarys
Only
And I were a cold-blooded creature
Who’d somehow survived
What kind of flower is this
“…but if there’s no one who cares,
save you,
care all the more, for it will
save you.”
First Hour
The beautiful story stupidly told
The tragic mistake but for to survive
The far away light by shutter drawn close
The walk long and tall though not yet awake
Not Hope: A Haiku
I’d not have giv’n up
Having watched all it could take
It resolved to live
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