Tag: FreeVerseFridays

To Bukowski and Hard Times. There’s a part of me, deep inside, a bluebird, perhaps That sways while the world burns To a waltz that no one else can hear but me. In spite of all the terror and fear and anxiety in my world Since the world is ending,

This is the last beginning. I will not move forward from here. Draw the line, straight and perfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips. Onto your skin, into your head, and out of your heart. Dig in and hold the line, retreat is not an option. It’s too

A small of a soul A symphony of scrap A scoop of stupid A smattering of syrup A scorch of sunshine A sash of silver A shell of a smile A slash of sadness A shape of a star A star of the sea A stroke of sky A stab

It’s a constant battle To march to the beat of their drum. I’m fighting a war for the away team Who doesn’t even know I’m there. Things were supposed to get better I was supposed to fall in line And not cry to sleep at night. I tried to play