Like a busted balloon
I yelled every last tear of joy
Into God
The sunshine of my soul
Raked the sides of my face
And spilled out of my eyes
As I begged for her smile
Pulling at her dress
I knew where I came from
My whole world in her eyes
My purpose in her will
My life in her hands
e.12.17.2016
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- Iscariot
- Beneath the awkward rags
- Who cares about the dead
- What we call love
- A blind man cannot tell you
- Watching a baby die
- When my account dips below freezing
- Beneath the things that make us smile
- With a tiny pair
- It wasn’t the rain
- In the midst of the busyness
- The spider in the rain
- They don’t make them like this anymore
- Sun shafts leaned easily through the door
- Death waits kindly
- She cried
- There’s something outside my door
- You can carve yourself
- She came like morning snow
- Night was never as sweet
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About Me
- Eric
- 1. A brilliant mad doctor scientist who loves to write poetry and draw. 2. A friend to ghosts and children.
Credits
Picture for "Kanye's critics" by Reedwan.
Picture for "Mocking Samson" from The Bible Series which premiered on The History Channel where Nonso Anozie stars as Samson.
Artwork for "Pupil of the universe" and "Untitled" courtesy of Naoto Hattori.
On "Immature" I was listening to Madeleine Peyroux's "Weary Blues" from her album Careless Love.
On "Last rites" I was listening to Craig Armstrong's "Balcony Scene (Romeo and Juliet)" from his album The Space Between Us.
On "Immature" I was listening to Madeleine Peyroux's "Weary Blues" from her album Careless Love.
On "Last rites" I was listening to Craig Armstrong's "Balcony Scene (Romeo and Juliet)" from his album The Space Between Us.
Photograph for "In a lifetime of daydreams" by Sarah Becker. Model Christina Rigaud.
Photograph for "I am an extension of her" Model Emoshun B. Campbell.
Artwork for Sunlight by Arthur Rackham.
The line "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink" in the poem I don't know what love was is from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
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