Poems from rileyskye1
When I am finally laid to rest,
I ask of you this one request.
Lay me not with golden fingers,
scent that’s sharp and sick and lingers,...
This world is filled with everlasting sorrows
Including those of which we do not speak
There are as many yesterdays as morrows
And there...
Her room was full mostly of unfinisheds:
a notebook full of songs without music,
a shelf of books read two-thirds of the way through.
Two...
Look closer. Look smaller.
Hovering in a dark, vibrant matrix
the long spiral of an identity,
protected in its world,
uncoils...