christopher poindexter. My Cajun granddaddy used to tell us to "simmer down". Love that phrase. This is a wise poem.
with the dust of who I was, with the skin that I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb. “Red ink series poem 19”, by Christopher Poindexter.
I like the second half...and "him" instead of "her"... "but I fell for all of [him], hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when [he] walks into the room and my blood will always dance when [his] breath passes through me."
She stared at the stars like they were pillows for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head_Christopher Poindexter
"I sleep with the wolves in my head and wake up in my own blood--we love the things that kill us."
"I would rather fall in love with the tragically ignored than the easily accepted."
“Their tears were their love” series poem #40, Christopher Poindexter.
the waves only sway to the sound of your name. by Christopher Poindexter