I went back to an old site I had created to post all the poetry I wrote in college and before. No, I will not divulge the address to this site. I will share small glimpses of different phrases I can still appreciate today. Mismatch fractions of old pieces. -----
For if this were a movie, I’d fast-forward to the end. Then rewind back And slo-mo through again.
Play with the metaphors around you for you are surpassing the literal and catching a glimpse of God
The sun is liquid. I can see the puddles on the branches. Sunshine drips through naked trees, refracting straight toward the ground.
If I placed my heart on the line would you be there to pick it up?
It's the way your eyes are so big I could never find my way out of them.