"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
When blood filled my eyes and my ears and the ringing began to split my head like the trees all around me, cracking and
By Sara Wynn12 months ago in Poets
I'm in mourning for ever even believing for even one single second thinking that I could ask the wind for anything and he would just bring it right to me.
If you keep coming around here singing your part, sitting in my bed, softly picking that guitar, I'm going to end up singing with you.
No, I can't say I've fallen for you yet but, I've been walking right along the edge and I know it sounds stupid, but I've been
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
I was all tied up just for a moment wondering what you were gonna do about it but I'm telling you I'm giving it up. Do what you're gonna do.
I found myself standing in the street screaming at the man in the sky. Strangers passing by staring at me while some were familiar with why,
You are going to die, and your hair is going to grow through the dirt with the roots. But here you are, worried about whether or not your cheeks are rouged,
I found gold in the valley hidden near the Roaring Fork riverbend, and gold was all I could see shining against the mountains.
Here in the garden where no one stands behind me I search for the sun through the dance of the lightning. Here in the dark
Has ever one single looking glass ever stared right at you, looking back? Watching as all of your faces passed, changing; crying; aging; trying?
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
Slithering and slicing, moon-face mirroring, bubbling, inviting secrets, whispering; tell me: if I follow, how far will you take me?
By Sara Wynn3 years ago in Poets
Hey, You, I know you are afraid, my dear, and right you are to be. I know the world has not been kind; I've seen what you have seen.
