Category Poetry

Half Broken

I stand here half broken glued together I sit here I cannot stand life deflates me we click we connect we try to know one another I write here my palms sweat I end here.

Thirty-five Years

Thirty-five years of love of pain of suffering of joy of friends of you of me of this world of this of my mind of this space between my ears of stumbling of candles of cake of pizza of beer of all that is of all that will ever be thirty-five years of existence.