right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
every song smoking drinking partying with
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
