fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

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notev

Never againWill my body betrayNever will I wake upAnd sayNot today. Never will I answerTo my inner afraidNever will I shakeAnd makeA mistake. Never will you see meLosing my wayNever will they whisperHe’s tryingThe wrong way.

itchy

i feel my madnesscreeping throughi feel its angerchasing youi feel the hatei feel the paini feel I’ll neveragain be sane.

out

Suicide standsFrom deep withinAre contingency plansFor when you can’t win.

waves

Kindness of faithIs a faithless remindOf a measure of momentsIn the measuring ofMind.

triedout

Tactically correctTacitly blindTerribly giftedIs a mind’s Tempered sign.

Sometimes

One hundred tenVoices of menSpeak with pure passionIn old ancient fashionOf an echoOf a hopeHeard again.

circles

A friendof my makeris the maker of my end. A never endingmomentwhere the endbecomes your friend.

pomp

Satisfaction constantSatiation rareSatironic factionsIn a ceremonious affair.

unformed

Transformation angelsRepeatedly reformedCalls microinterventionUnubiquitously forlorne.

can it

I can guaranteeA soulless searchIn my searching soul. I cannot breakMy softening heartFrom a heartless toll. I can’t not healMy breaking angerFrom its broken whole.