Stars are shining, my dreams too
~ لطيفة الحاج
LIFE’S SOFT EDGES‘Tis a truth I will confess that we ofttimes find soft edges –to such a degree, our livesare well manifestof people’s kindliness.
~ Tara Estacaan
Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.
~ Virginia Petrucci
You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.
~ Seekerohan
You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.
The echo of a red rose at the sunset, you decided to check out.
~ Santosh Kalwar
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
~ Jessica Kristie
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.
I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
