A door, at least, gives you an opportunity
To go to the other side
Tag: poetaster
Finite Amount of Space
In this finite amount of time
Rush to crystallized truth
Austere Cycle
But she,
Every year she catches me
Naked vulnerability…
Flutter
It was a routine risk
That not even hindsight can find fault
Weighing In
If by chance
A turn
A booming disruption
Before the world returns
to regular programming
Start
Start sparks against the realm of “can’t”
Implosion
What I lost
I willingly gave away
For every inch fought for
Against days laid to waste
To get a sliver of attention
Captive
You may feel like you’re back
But you never left
Not at all
What feels like looping laps
Is but a heavily distracted crawl…
All The Sports Cliché
Always play it smart on the floor, he said
So that even accidents yield
Better results