Author: Kris Halpin

  • Seven Year Glitch.

    The refresh rate of my heart,
    Just a few Hz,
    Slow and steady,
    Begins the race,
    I collected glass coffins,
    I read all your books,

    Who were you? I want to know

    The wind goes through me slowly,
    The clouds they roll black,
    I paused here, mind shut,
    I drank till the morning,
    I slept in the road,
    I got splinters and ashes,
    I ran barefoot home,

    It’s a seven year glitch,
    A reminder refocused,
    A chance to escape,
    A type of explosion

    Are you hoping for answers?
    I lost my head gently,
    Crashed the car slowly,
    Threw the bourbon from the lighthouse,
    Stood alone on the beach,
    I couldn’t ever lie to you,
    It’s images are opening,
    Mostly inside,
    My mind it still tilts,
    Rocks back and forth,

    Come start a new fire beside me

  • Crepuscular.

    Seven worlds align
    I made it so I could not speak
    This is not about trust
    It’s about love and promises
    And what rages beneath us
    There are versions of me
    Everywhere I look
    Go slowly to the winter
    You’re only going to hurt yourself again
    I could not go back
    The times you cut
    To feel something
    The ways in which you hurt yourself
    Are frightening and beautiful to me