have you ever (hope)
a season. growing
in front of my eyes. inside
a bewildered film
of poses. pictures.
a shape came forward.
i melted. like fold, i nearly…
have you ever been whispered
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Ever since one of my best friends, Nathan, killed himself 18 months ago – I simply have not been the same.
Nathan and I were on this entirely different level, you see? I wrote my first poem inspired by him, How Far Gold Extends, in 2010.
When I tell people how he did it, how Nathan stabbed himself twenty times, they cringe and say they don’t want me to talk about it. And I understand how no one would want to hear such a macrebe story. But, I guess when you’re in my position… and the only thing you see in an energy is just that… a golden violet vibration of love…
Imagining such self-inflicted atrocites becomes literally impossbile. Continue reading
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