Sometimes I write.
Since I have been on this Earth I have been standing in forests Full of pre-papercut Fingers and tongues. Tongues which bleed love,
By Zachary Blaine3 years ago in Poets
Arise my queen from the binds of sleep Wake with the sun As softly as you drifted off With the light touch of lips to your cheek
Booking yourself to read Poetry at a coffee shop In southern Indiana Is like selling Nicorette To Bob Dylan They look at you for
I am a messy tooth brusher The Tupac Shakur of the Pearly-white polishers. Anyone who has been around While I’m in the zone knows
I cherish and keep rushing thoughts as if they were diaries. Trying to live my whole life by tomorrow while hoping for an eternity of love to fall through my tainted hands.
The time I lost myself soul-searching in bathroom mirrors, I discovered what it means to be alive. You wrote me the Bible when you said,