poetry when i am. not. supposed.

April 2, 2014 Posted by the writer

method too. re – mine(d).

i shot. coffee in my running veins –
kickstart morning. when evening never ends.
constant cycles of life unexplained;
encountering. places. where broken mends.
an upside down healing. when secrets blend.
intermixed thoughts replace chattering. words.
gravity pulls only galaxies send.
two stars colliding. super nova. merge.
stopping at first site. coming on command.
possessed with a gaze. perfection regained.
two names from the sky etched deep in the sand.
reality repels where truth remains.
my tunnel vision of one soul. that stays.
electric. telepathy. golden flame.

About the writer

gretchen's brain is preoccupied with words.

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