Sweetest, beryl briars and boreal… An intertwining weald and tangled… Moons shine a teal fire, like a sh… Opaque winds leap off chilled, sno… A sylvanwood, dark and obscure, wi…

Lost in this ocean, where all my dreary doubt thus commences. Lost in this sea, waiting for Lily’s tide. To enchanting bays I follow. Lost in this bay. I plead upon bruised knees for a...

You were once ashes of molten, bur… Now, you are star dust bursting th… Y-O-U are diamonds forged within… You are celestial fountainheads in… You are a soothing center, rooted…

Hearts beating their final round—l… Spring gullies dipping into nature… Nigh, approaching the inevitable f… ’Tis a beautiful fate! Wooded gardens I admire

A thunder and lightning's dance st… Life moving swiftly, like drifting… ’Tis the luster of a barren wilder… Thus, she dreams of what hides wit… Dashing to corners strewn by unpav…

“Broken me?” (I gingerly tap her shrunken shoul… “Do you see me as our life’s plast… “Sewn together with a glistening g… Those permanently shaped pieces, o…

She hangs on my wall—a maiden of… To death she sailed away whilst wr… her hair, like spindled gold spun… She sings her mournful song with m… Her touchless dalliances rest insi…

Sorrow exists in his timely manner, his fashioned grip, his foreboding entanglements Realms of sorrow snatch this heart of joy, wilst in my servitude to emotions he thrust me into an ab...

Falling water of Gods, sculpted o… A swirl of turquoise glacier carvi… A sense for clarity of thought A continuous being A hopeful vision

Starting anew With wishes and stars With new lives and living tabernac… With new shorlines glowing underne… A glimmer

I could smell rain saturating air,… As I sat on my concrete porch—its… As my heart quickened, I could se… I envisioned him looming in the pi… His beady eyes of black beckoning…

I want to write my heart on this page, but I fear it would not be enough to capture the entire immensity of its essence, its longing, and it’s breaking. My heart is no shell, and no sec...

Sometimes I'm a bellowing slump—I… Addicted to tears as I grapple my… I paint myself as an addict to dar… How my heart quickens with my tear… I feel my breath hastening, runnin…

A song, not sought, intruding Robbing my fairy dust–my happy tho… A song, stomping loud and robust u… She hovers over me, a dancing bonn… What a blue, warm haven she is upo…

Here I am, amidst my rambling—tho… Within my heart no words utter I cannot explain the depths in my… Only nature consoles, betimes I look on stars and butterflies