Updated: Aug 14, 2022
Where my heart should be
Sits a stream of tears
Constantly dripping
One after the other
A slow
Steady
Ache
Into a blue pool
Of loneliness
I’ve heard
It’s better to feel pain
Then numbness
Because
With pain
You know you’re alive
And with numbness
You might as well
Be dead already
I must be alive as fuck then.
(I must admit, even for a poet, this one is pretty dramatic.)
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
