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gone gone your eyes gone their stars no depth I spy turned away you are you broke my spell my curse lifts your love gone Copyright 2013 David Anthony
The Heart You Made Bloom So close came I to embracing my bane. So close came I to extinguishing flame. Gathered my poisons to me, near at hand. Needed only be heeded; that unholy command. Then a light! And a voice! Eclipsing all fair,…
Cannot leave. Cannot stay. Here. A grief no word can express a moan a groan in grotesque excess Concealed is my face. Veiled, my disgrace Shielded from light. A lonely, dark place. Hard to release. Silent, but no peace. Alone, my cry …
So on the advice of one who wrote a poem so beautiful that it is worthy of daily prayer (@sarahgamal, "Namaste"), I will set a few blogs to explain where I am. My marriage of 15 years has failed though it has not yet been dissolved. I, du…
Goodbye, goodbye What rhymes with goodbye? Not another poem. Not another guitar lesson. Not another nursing intervention. Not another interrupted sentence. Not a other day of disappointment and emptiness. They don't rhyme with goodbye,…