on not reaching
the one solution to the solitude
seems to be the offering of a hand,
but it is not there.
and it will not hold me.
it will not catch anything I drop.
I am meant to carry it all,
and not reach for it anymore
ongettingbetter
right so what's next
About Me
- Name: chavala
- Location: Bay Area, California, United States
This started out as a journal of heartache and Westward expansion, but as time goes by, it is becoming a little backyard in which I experiment with an old and disreputable hobby: poetry. Most people's poetry is horrible and I am no exception; thus, the anonymity.
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- break|up
- scarred slates
- the purpose-driven swindle
- marks
- hard life
- arg
- israel
- good, now
- telephone
- kittens
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