I should’ve tumbled by now
Dislocated my spine on the way down
Spun into the cycle
Gotten caught on the tracks
Been burned by the fevered breath of a dragon
Taken a bullet to the heart
A sword to the stomach
Overdosed on a heroine
Or at the very least
Drowned in your eyes
I’ve fallen out
The same way
I fell in: this sentence unfinished
Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
It’s crumbling
Aging unlike wine
Soon it won’t even exist
Everything tastes yummy
Before it hits my tummy
In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist
Storytelling.
Poetry, fiction
The only impossible journey in life is you never begin!! ~Tanvir Kaur
Let the words flow.
An introvert with a beautiful mind.
A blog dedicated to the joy and adventure of thinking (and often spiced with humor).
