No title but I must here.
#professor
If I were sitting where you were, I would wonder what I was peering… I too would feel confusion I too would start to wonder– Hmmm… And my mind would drift off too.
If there was a way to stop the pai… I’d seek its shelter again and aga… If there was a way to end all the… I’d borrow its wisdom and add to m… No matter the ways in which I str…
If you thought you knew the fires… Deep within the recesses of my min… And if you thought you knew the fl… Then you aren’t truly aware Of that which I am about to say.
Can you feel the breeze around the… Shuffling leaves and plagues and n… Across a dreamscape so quiet and s… Maybe I should warn her Danger lurks in places we stare
The clock struck twelve and Cinde… From the truth That all change was inevitable. Her prince doomed from the start To place petals and sparkling fine…
I told him it would be epic So to this standard I must now ho… My language hasn’t been quite sept… And there’s much of a tale to be t… And so I pour out to you, friends
Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C
When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C
If it pleases to be teased we’ll h… Of marching feet on cleated time Bleated rhymes don’t suit me well If it’s time it’s time to tell That once we gel
I stared her down in the arms of a… Collected, calm, fascinated and fe… Once where my child dared to tread Dared to be steady and faltered Mixing thoughts, mixing moods, mix…
You can never be sure of when you… You can always be sure that you wi… And while every breath can still b… What reason is that to stop having… A woman so central, a woman so str…
The tides are turning, I’ve found… Ran round my brain to clear the mu… Opportunity lost but never sounded Like I would ever imagine. Alliteration has crossed my mind
LadyJade would never fade into th… She might pout, she might cry But the provocateur will never die… Laced into her satin dreams Are tattered holes in tattered sea…
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
I’ve fallen for an angel Who had already clipped her wings It hadn’t been decided Which song together we would sing. Cast out into the shadows of poten…