There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of

Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you hav…

I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,

Soft moonlit eyes that paralyze. Unbridled passion on the rise. The room afire in fading light. Fragrant desire fills up the night… As worlds dissolve, so unaware.

Try on for trying. Cry on for crying. Die on for dying. Fear not to fear. Hunger’s deep burning.

Twas an ordinary scene on an ordin… she an ordinary woman on her ordin… Doing work of little consequence,… Could she have known that someday… For as she went to fill her pot a…

You saved them but then fell again… the circle’s in the sky. Divided fence and happenstance don’t care if it’s a lie. Tomorrow’s way fades into grey

It seems that life’s a limbo so if… it’s hard to not conclude that eve… For everything we do, in time fade… The shiny steel of bliss today eac… So how can Heaven hold its awe wh…

A million ways to spend a day not tried them all but have to say… that if I had the way to when I’d quiet find and open then the pages of the poet’s hand.

Each day I run, each day I hide from the me I’ve locked inside. The me I made in younger years. The me reflected in my tears. The me my mother warned me of,

He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also

Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.

Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me

It’s been used in so many movies, and series, and books to be read - some kind of sickness breaks out i… turning all into the living dead. I once thought the concept was sil…

I walk this walk in winter’s fog along the path to fill each day. Each stranger I see barely nods, they pass by without aught to say. Against the cold I wrap my coat