InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

A red dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes

 

I see now the love

was trapped inside

all this time

 

I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw

Open

 

If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

it is my illness, my suffering

 

Mine Mine Mine

I won't hide in the cold

shadows

 anxiety and dawn

Smoke curls around my 

hand splashed with

poems of my disease

Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath your eyes

A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower

These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid 
Sun is

Love

Damn the distance