
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—on the contrary, the fact that life goes on is not as sad as I make it seem in the second piece. This poem probably did come from a real feeling, but gosh, was I theatrical.
12. He was the sea
And there was I
Trembling
My love was
A fierce tempest ravaging my heart
Shaken, my world
Was set ablaze by his gaze
And he was
A dead calm sea
Poetry on the Margins #12 What is the word?
What is it about writers —
that they write about their heartbreak
as if it killed them and life never moved on,
and you never found
that person who truly, un... ummm... unapologetically?!?!
Loved you too?
I have been writing about heartbreak
as if the earth did split open
and swallowed me whole.
Though, it did feel like it.
Life did go on.
How cruel.

There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
The Nervous Poet at the SSC&B can be followed here.
There is also poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

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