A world i see through a window. What could that be? It has energy. This darkness is autonomous living. It is its own universe. From the hollow corridor, beyond that color of darkness I hear screeches. Is it a human? July 3, 2014.

What will it take? January 7, 2017. How much of you am I, my country. How much of me are you,. While I stand in this ticket line, far away,. In the travelling froth of backpackers and high heeled shoes,. Waiting to see another palace, another castle,. The last euros clutched in my hand,. The dust of five thousand years in my back pocket;. By the Avon, past the Dolomites,. In the back streets of strange capitals,. On the Nile embankment,.

January 2, 2017 by Sabio Lantz. You surpass many a hurdle. And your name instills us with fear. Hitching a ride on small deer feet. 8212; by Sabio Lantz, January 2016. December 31, 2016 by Sabio Lantz. Mom loves geology and still shares stories,. But her rock collection is missing.

Living on the equator but longing for snow. You are too far away for me to reach you.

The provocatively and powerfully profound place for positive poetic presentation. Posted April 1, 2014 by poetatete. Written using prompts found on NaP0WriMo.

Poetry inspired by the voice of nature. Some nearly drifted over,. Their bones shake as cold as mine. While I survey the winter of their demise. A life well lived, or poorly lived,. This end has come to all,. To rest alone until the day. Here below these pines now flocked in snow. In the glint of mid-morning sun. My winter jaunt finds flowers half-buried.

Now, i am not the same person bending over backwards to walk with your weight. i am not the empty house with dead lightbulbs and cracked plaster walls. i am not the destructive self-harmer with anhedonia. i spent too much of my life wanting to die when what i really wanted to do was live. and now, because of you, but thanks to me, i can do that. Your universe lives inside you.