❝u n s a i d were his feelings. walls around him, not even by a machete be broken. uncertainty descends on me, making me think I was nothing but forgotten.❞ she would spent everyday in the same cafe they met, only hoping to come across him, while he would spend everyday not knowing that someone could possibly love h i m boundlessly and irrevocably. -

This poem is about all of the negative forces and the part they play in my life. Some of the closest people in your life can be your biggest influences, positively or negatively. This is what it's about, and how I react to these situations.

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

Split my head open and you shall see stars.

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

☓ Just some thought i have spared into poems instead of nightmares. ☓ ©Madeline Chapman 2014

A collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poets throughout history, of both grand prophetic stature and of infinitesimal quiet beauty, written by this stumbling poet, helplessly out of practice and needs practice. He searches his soul and seeks enlightenment. By the author of the featured acclaimed literary novel, "Espresso Love" and the pioneer of the poetic English cell phone novel tradition. Title is a homage to William Blake. "Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour"