A half-remembered dream,
Fitfully had,
Plaque on the mind,
Scrubbed off in the
Sunshine and the rain
That alternates relentlessly
In this New England atmosphere
So far away
From where my heart was burned
In a conflagration
Of my own making,
Because no one breaks your heart
Except yourself,
And I would rather
Ashes
Than
Pieces,
I’d rather
Cinder, unmendable,
Than
Kintsukuroi, golden-veined.
Seek & Ye Shall Find
-
Recently…
Most Likely…
Most Viewed…
Topical Breeze
#31plays31days #napowrimo16 actors April Bible blood break-up breath burning man chemistry cigarettes comedy cum dancing death dreams eyes fantasy fear fiction fight fire food friends haiku happiness hate healing heart heartache hope humor Judaism Las Vegas lies life light loneliness loss Love magic memory moon music mythology napowrimo napowrimo 2013 NaPoWriMo2013 nature orgasm pain passion Passover perspective physics plays poem poems poetry pride reality religion sex Shakespeare sleep suicide Tarot technology theater time torture truth wisdom words writingThanks for being the
- 11,174 reader!
Ties that bind
Blog: An Oral Carload Topics:poetry, prose, opinion Copyright
Advertisements