watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
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…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
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
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight