#fauxetry

[cherokeeghostwriter]

here we are again. sorry but i’ve nowhere else to loiter. it’s a thing now for me, morning rituals mixed with irrational amounts of coffee.

is this a poem, or just an observation? i couldn’t say. i’m not much of a writer although, this hasn’t stopped me yet. i’m not sure what qualifications one must have  to announce to the world confidently, that they are, in fact, a writer/poet/observationalist           but having said that i am just a mere 1121 poems/observations away from receiving my free commemorative set  of Emily Dickinson writing pens -talent not included.

[rasasvadamour]

[rekt-ph0ol]

With every additional tradegy The earth splits in agony. What are earthquakes, other than its trembling rage? What are rivers, other than its flowing sorrows? With every additional tragedy Souls split in agony. Trembling rage, flowing sorrows Have begun to define our existence.

azr

[rekt-ph0ol]

My ink stained hands bear the weight of my shattered existence. Tell me, why has this page become a graveyard of memories?

azr

[rekt-ph0ol]

Bittersweet are the ramblings of these extended goodbyes. Like the petal that relishes in the fleeting moment of its descent After falling from its flower, I cherish your final whispered words Before submitting to my fate in the wet earth.

azr