poetry in flux by Leslie Bianchi
Oddly, I prefer to expose real and ugly, I value honesty and involvement, love and kindness — happiness is ok but not of importance ... ironically, I love to laugh!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Ever So Slowly Sinking
Slowly dying. Not intentionally.
Puzzled pieces broken
apart. Silence echoes
in the abyss. Screaming
Nor unintentionally. Living
to die. Dying to live. Hidden
unmasked. Sinking into void.
Puzzled pieces broken
apart. Silence echoes
in the abyss. Screaming
quietly. Confessing to no one. In words.
In rhyme. Blatantly out loud within
my mind. Telling the truth
my mind. Telling the truth
with invisible lies. In fantasy.
In reality. I commingle and romance.
Wishing For Pennies
silence in hidden sins never spilled
as pennies into a wishing well;
like smashing a head in— to a wall
of living as must thrust upon a soul;
in every breath of biting wind, dreams
of sound readily abound; caught within
a sticky web, the throat constricts
around the unsaid; sunk in unwell
around the unsaid; sunk in unwell
without pennies to lend; why
doesn’t alive seem to matter?
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