Poems from WillSlater
You're too close
You're unpredictable
You're too far away
You're too different
You're too passionate, it scares me,
to the first, because I...
the pallet from which emotions unbidden spring, and to each bell and end that they doth ring, the heart opened by joy or pain, spews forth...
It's a frightening thing, forgetting.
It brings courage and loss, insult and reintroduction, relief and resoulution.
It's even scarier...
Sadly, when I made the call I was without remorse, even now, half in guilt and half in humor I write this.
The stress does not stem from...
Behind the man a shadow shape, his soul against the world he hates, it rises high and steps forward, punching and tackling the untoward....