Perfection Is Flawed Poems

She
The “Angel”
She beckons to you
Her smile is sweet
...

If I were a dagger,
the murkiness of the moonlight would

reflect,
...

Hear the thunder, in cold, dark skies,
temper rising as he curses at nothing and everything.
...

A child's precision
a white paper world, crayon-colored.
Delicate shape, formed by
small, clumsy fingers.
...

All these mindless cries

that Shout
...

(I)

First note sounds.
flooded silence in this cold, empty city
...

You with your key
that isn't
really
...

in dimmed
consciousness
blurred thoughts
...

the sound of shattering
fragments on the floor

and the Flames,
...

Chilled dessert spoon
against cold, sinful sweetness

Vanilla ice-cream,
...