Poems about becoming - Lina Ru

Inside the Crimson Shed

I’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...

She walks through endless lines trying to find a needle that unites her white pages with selfless...

I am a breath, the breath, breathe and find me within, lungs and loam, the space between your skin...

Science in its groundness is humble. Arrogance only leads to ignorance. Our fears seek to fulfill...

I remember ancient seagulls singing why you should not to go any higher. They were hope in a time...

Posted by Lina Ru | Aug 15, 2012 | Poetic Form, Poetic Genre, Video | 1 |

If you felt a door knob while living in darkness, would you attempt to open it? This door could...