there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in poetry on Jun 1st, 2008
For the first time on Loki Listens, I’m going to publish a poem I am actually sort of proud of. Hopefully someone will enjoy it as much as I do.
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Drink in the night.
Can you feel this flavor?
The wine is deep red.
The love is crystal clear.
Drink with me.
This cup we share.
We are not this.
We never […]
Posted in poetry on May 13th, 2008
She fell asleep that night, in my arms.
I can’t remember the last thing
that she said to me.
When morning came,
I was alone.
So quickly, so suddenly,
it was all over.
I don’t remember arguments.
I don’t remember fights.
I thought we were pretty happy.
I’ll try not to think next time.
—-
Jack.
I Listen.
I Travel.
faux poetry is something similar to a sin.
