Sad Labels:
clarity
,
frailties
,
math
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
uncertainty
touch punctuates our skin. as we stumble through its the stale revisions.
stories better left for another day.time parses our expectations. as we fumble with the knots in voices.
hungry machines left to idle again.
love pulls on the zippers beneath our flesh. unexpectedly opening concealed entrances.
awakening dormant monsters.
distance gathers its decimals. as we surrender to the lingering equations.
trust solves for the remainder.
Just what I needed. Thanks AP! Like math, you are indestructible.
thanks!
I have been following you for more than 15years. You shaped my life. I’m now 33. I’m from Nigeria. Thanks Atom or whatsoever name you’d be called.
that's sweet of you to say. i hope you continue to enjoy my words for as long as i'm able to produce them. and i wish you all the best in your life and your creative pursuits.
This site has been important to me since 2009 because I had a lot of delays in my life then.. it helped me.. even my faith.. but it was my consolation- even till now. My best phrase so far from 2010 posts- “the world ends in question marks and in misplaced semicolons”.. I’m just another man worn out by the Time Machine. I still await my joy!
Well, I hope that you find your joy soon! It's usually hiding in the place we least expect.
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