Quotes Tagged With :micropoetry

Stars are shining, my dreams too

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

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

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.....

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

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

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

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.....

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

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