Saturday, February 28, 2009


the throat turns dry and moisture
collects in the palms of shaking hands
wordlessness. empty thought fills the
silence created by an incapability
to profess.

uncertainty. a perception of unattainability.
cracked lips turn on corners
turn down, not heavenward
with the understanding that battles are not won
by cowards


mas okay yata kung ang title ay...TORPE...:p 


anonant said...

A coward no, there is reason to fear rejection when the blood is up as at these times the heart is so so fragile and it is here where the soul and heart are each others marionette strings.

kondratas said...

I like the innocence and the "lesson" well sculpted in the brevity of the piece. Very pleasant. Thank you for sharing.