Day 1624, sitting still in silence.
Day's pictures, Poetrypoem
Day 1623, falling down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our color stuck out
and they hung us for that
~
that scar extends
till our time
around our necks
~
till we all
imagine the pull
and the pain
of a broken
Day 1622, at last.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The patterns I see
are forming letters
~
the words are there
but I need more distance
~
for the sentence
I need
to turn away
~
and to understand
I have to wait
till I close my eyes
Day 1621, pushed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My opinion
got ripped
out of me
~
it still hangs there
attached to the wall
~
I think
my time
pushed me
Day 1620, news.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stand next
to an alarm bell
~
I don’t hear anything
~
so I assume
all is OK
Day 1619, a hand.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A handprint
in a gravel beach
~
the upcoming tide
hasn’t yet
taken it
away
~
did someone
pushed
themselves up
~
or did they stop
a fall
~
maybe
they just wanted to feel
the cold gravel
Day 1618, seven.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A black dot
erased
~
standing at the end
of a long sentence
~
not
so he could write on
~
but
to deny him
a new line
Day 1617, lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are still
hanging around here
~
trying
to fit in
the lines
~
I wish
someone outlined
an other place
for us
Day 1616, – – . – -. .-
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are so
many holes
in the stories
they tell
~
that it forms
a solid wall
Day 1615, clear cut.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All the fibers
tore
seamless
in my body
at the same time
~
when you told me
~
it was best
this way
~
a clear cut
and I was
Day 1614, in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I look
in the mirror
through your eyes
~
I see the tension
between
Day 1613, I spring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Each day
around
and around
in circles
a spiral
till the end
working on my bounce
Day 1612, tightened.
Day's pictures
I will probably
not change
from the past
~
I tightened it
once down
and the paint
covering it
is dry
and still there
Day 1611, looking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I sit
and look
like an eagle
~
watching what you do
hiding like a shadow
behind you
~
I search for
my
insecurity
in you
Day 1610, overrated.
Day's pictures
I like your embrace
it feels like cold
steel wires
hugging me
~
warmth
is overrated
when you live
in a cold world
~
lets be honest
Day 1609, look at it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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