Should I write something more? Any suggestions?
What is it you see Through that veil between your eye… Do you see flowers? A palette of emotional passion? Or perhaps you feel the breeze
The sound of rain outside my dusty window is pleasant static to my ears Although it keeps my body awake, it soothes my mind, into a place
The fuse of your time bomb fizzes, juices flowing escorting cancerous puss through your honeycombed pores sealed scabs like plugholes
The stillness of a lake thin layers of icing cake, mmm food, no focus! Concreted coldness of icy pain that is why I’m here.
I like when nothing is there. When I am the only one here Through reflections gaze,
Shadowed by an over-arching banana… a constant reminder of my failures I sit on a lonely island, a castaway of broken dreams success seven lucky seas away.
There is something about a woman who exudes totality A radiance that commands on looker… swirling like Medusa her strands of hair the snakes fro…
I like the look of autumn leaves On cold wintery steps Fragile in their beauty. Wilting in their vulnerability Easy to crush if not careful.
Wading in a pond of emotions not knowing how to swim with an instrument he has no control over, the fisherman skinny dips the surf…
She sucked my essence, out of the ether into the space between our lips Fibers uniting
A bicycle, I see submerged in wat… Its spokes suffocating, waiting fo… What roads it must have taken? A… It is destined to lie in that swam… A slumbering relic of a past memor…
I took the small words on paper in… and watched them implode around me first its edges, gently my fingers pressing down to submer… the center full of water
You are looking down at a river That runs off into a horizon Thinking of what we feel seems to… With someone. But there is something you must re…
Torn between choice; ruby lips, fl… one forbidden to the laws of love I hardly know. All over waters, each a journey the accumulation of such
I stare down the broken surface of the mad hatter’s tea cup, the symbols stained on his trigger… grasshoppers, cranked back to laun… their ravaging plague onto me;
