Quotes Tagged With :micropoetry

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Stars are shining, my dreams too

Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.