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Dolor

my sadness is the  red orange yellow bleeding into each other streaking across the lapis lazuli sky as the sun sets in the horizon my melancholy is the ebony platinum silk the muted cloak that drapes over the earth in her instance of ethereal solitude as my sights feast on these exquisite images my insides ache keeping these feelings from breaking the seams overflowing inundating rivers of listless fervor this tired soul yearns to taste life again -N.K., Hamilton, 11.40 pm, 10/19/14

Flu Season

Recovery am I finally convalescing there's just this dull ache in my heart where you used to be I don't really feel it anymore except when I take a step forward opening a new door am I supposed to learn to coexist with this immovable torment they say you can start with a clean slate a new book but really I'm just turning a new page and I can still peek at earlier chapters I want to escape this state of catatonia let me feel again administer a stimulation to my senses so that I wake with a jolt and I can once again embrace life's fullness run abreast with the rest of the world