| Author: | Huntern Prey, HM69 | ISBN: | 9780463665213 |
| Publisher: | HM69 | Publication: | May 15, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Huntern Prey, HM69 |
| ISBN: | 9780463665213 |
| Publisher: | HM69 |
| Publication: | May 15, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
How does it feel to be separated by 6000 miles?
How does it feel to know that you may NEVER meet your love?
Pain, prayer, fear, frustration, hope, desire, little victories and moments of joy are all reflected in this anthology of our poems.
There is much we could, would, should say. But even in this anthology of poems, for sake of our friends and family, we stay silent. When that silence becomes unbearable, like a hernia, it ‘pop-out’ as a poem. Its usually short, terse, quick and to the point.
Those of us who live behind the closet door can’t afford long serenades. We can’t even afford to leave our poetic musings on pieces of paper – least someone finds them. We whisper our wishes in the ether and hope our lover hears them.
Internet, Tumblr, Smashword have allowed us to breath and live a little. We can now plan to leave a few scratches on the sands of time and know that some server, somewhere in the world, will preserve our feelings on endless spools of tapes and backups.
We live in hope that one day, someday, our feelings will be appreciated and understood.
How does it feel to be separated by 6000 miles?
How does it feel to know that you may NEVER meet your love?
Pain, prayer, fear, frustration, hope, desire, little victories and moments of joy are all reflected in this anthology of our poems.
There is much we could, would, should say. But even in this anthology of poems, for sake of our friends and family, we stay silent. When that silence becomes unbearable, like a hernia, it ‘pop-out’ as a poem. Its usually short, terse, quick and to the point.
Those of us who live behind the closet door can’t afford long serenades. We can’t even afford to leave our poetic musings on pieces of paper – least someone finds them. We whisper our wishes in the ether and hope our lover hears them.
Internet, Tumblr, Smashword have allowed us to breath and live a little. We can now plan to leave a few scratches on the sands of time and know that some server, somewhere in the world, will preserve our feelings on endless spools of tapes and backups.
We live in hope that one day, someday, our feelings will be appreciated and understood.
