two arms and a heart-
what a beautiful trap,
what magnificent art!
fool’s trap body art // a.s.m
Tag: short poem
when did everything die?
when did flowers seep into the
dirt and birds become the sky?
when did the wind become still?
when did it all escape my mind?
when did it all go black and white?
wet weekend // a.s.m
i don’t know anything, it seems
inspiration meets me in my dreams
and dissolves in the light
of the sun.
write what you know // a.s.m
i rolled a five
on the night skythe heavens say we’re tied
i’m tired
of playing with dicewho knows where we’ll land
tomorrow.
a storm just rolled in // a.s.m
when i hide the world
underneath closed lids,
i dream of you.the voices in my mind sing
nothing but your music, and
my heart is sore from constantly
reaching for you.every step i take is in hopes that
soon i will walk on
your soil. until then,
my hands must learn to be
content only
to write about you.
Yerevan // a.s.m
how selfish am I
to live this life,
to see through these eyes,
to want to die?how selfish am I
to laugh with ease
to seek joy when
there is suffering?how selfish am I
to strive to calm
the storm inside?
is it selfish
to survive?
survivor’s guilt // a.s.m
the Turkish coffee cup
shards on the floor
draw blood.that delicate porcelain
holds eighty-two years of life,
wrinkled hands, cardamom
coffee-stained
smiles and desert air;
a shattered mirage on
hard, cold kitchen
tile.a thousand fangs,
they draw blood and make
home in the soles
of my feet.
cardamom coffee // a.s.m
you don’t know
what you want and
you don’t know
the road;
you’ve made and you’ve left
a thousand homes
to chase clouds that
dissolve in the palms of
your hands,
you’re here and
you are gone
again.
tonight, you are not
by my side, and I can see
death in the darkness.
constricting blankets // a.s.m
do lips,
like fingers,
have prints?is there any evidence
you were here
at all?
it’s been days since we touched // a.s.m
Silenticel 