Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i've read a few of your poems here, and this one i read aloud, too meself and the painted walls, and it rung, it bounced and came back to me, it stunned my ears and quickened my blood. A problem i've always found with writing, poetry esp. is breaking up lines, my lines rarely break unless the ...

crushed carpet with our backs and watch blank walls take on color
i'll believe anything you want me to
save a saviour and the world will scratch off another one
not yours but mine
everythings independent but nothings alone
have you ever thought of christmas ornaments and the boxes
they sit in for ...

illumination, pray for floodlights, but such small particles raise to the eyes, dust, remnants of clouds
wish upon something unchanging, i hope i will, thow the penny unto an oceaon with movement
as opposed to a stagnant well, yes, i know the water is chlorinated, pumps, ect. but i want sand to move ...

the hardest faith is the belief that we are real,
that my lungs can bullet breath through lips to fill balloons for a childs hand to hold and dream, i've done it, forgotten it, drawn sketches that look like readings from a seismograph, and the earth moved and it was good, and the blood sang and i ...