I knew a highly
intelligent man
who crawled into
his head. Only
a portion of him
came back out.
-M. Taggart
Tag: Madness
poem-
be perfectly mad perfectly well-
write it to the point of never happening
and back again to the moment we all know
-M. Taggart
Three Lines – A Poem
You’re an unlovely thought
The untruth of the back of our hands pushing all away
When there’s nothing nor anyone in the room
-M. Taggart
Copyright 2017
A Poem
madness awaits no one
circling and addressing sweetly
gently holding our screams
Today we saw the most clear of any blue sky
and a straight face to line the streets with
-M. Taggart
Thought Drop
Truth is an awful thing. When you break it, then walk over the side that counts most.
-M. Taggart, copyright 2017
Odd Walking Thoughts
Being in a depression is seeing too clearly. Eventually either truth consumes us completely, or we create fog and come out of it. A weed grows nicely. A child plucks the weed from the ground. Isn’t that a nice weed. -M. Taggart
copyright 2017
Thought Drop
The smallest kindness applied can help heal the deepest scar.
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