Poems from sri114
When you look at him, he can feel his veins burn up, he can feel them grow weak as his blood grows stale. He can feel you swallowing...
What are we, if not hopeless sinners?
Screaming and writhing amongst heaven's winners
What are we, if not gifts from below?
Sinuously...
You could not decide to see
Your hand rested on roughened stone
Shaped to seem polished and clean
But you know that they cared little
In...
Sometimes words can fail even the wisest of minds
Sometimes reason can evade even the most rational of men
Sometimes jealousy can fester...
The sky bellows
Choking on unshed tears
Shouting in the dark of warm nights
Groans of a stirring war.
The ground trembles
As tears...