with a soft tone and a swift movement anyone can achieve what they need to and ONLY what they need you have to be sturdy and strong yet graceful like a ballerina always staying on your ...

face from face, a two way mirror but is it me that looks back with an uncertain, insecure scowl. I eyes reached out to me if I do so break the mirror before me into pieces will I be abl...

crying empty I have nothing to give or to take.. crying empty no sounds to make.. crying empty something i cant fake.. crying empty trying to change my fate, crying no tears flow this t...

tore up lies saving lives believe in bleeding needing to come forth to believing what you see, no fleeing what you leave behind somewhere lost only to find your lies tore up finding you...

in justice of fears unfolded into…

here we are, moving in silence, silently soul touching we’re flesh to flesh but somehow the way your fingers trace the border of my there so often triggered triggers coded chill. my con...

who am i? what part of my mind makes up me? my mind is not one it is the other blinking twice that I deplete the things that seek most as i have enough written in chambers of my resting...

I want out, the more I’m around the more anger is found. I’m not accepted my head is spinning, my conscious has reached the epitome of a blantant disregard for presence. My eyes plea to...

lies, inching to our existence everyday lips move a different language pulling at my temple hearing it the furthest from foretelling what is there clearing patches of untold maybe mores...

chilling sacrifices to advise the despise of untruthfullness but of honesty, inspiration is my kindling liking moreso lightly caring an understatement to my raging emotions to your ears...

a taste of tranquility cross ways with the state of a chaotic prolonged outbreak where chaos no longer embedded for scornful speaking trusting a different outcome before outbreak in fix...

Been trapped in a timeless port of feeling, and just that. Everything you could feel embedded into the cleansing idea of craving to escape, when there is no exit. Wallowing in disbelief...

pending, maybe its not love they seek thee to us, but the ghosts of hearts that have been smashed into a thousand pieces tugging at our tears the extension of my soul is withering the c...

I have many tastes, different perspectives unaware of the unity it brings to my gathering thoughts bringing forth what a dishelves mind painstakingly look pass with blind eyes unwitting...

he showed me what I was afraid to acknowledge he’s trying to love a person who’s pass a shrude emotionless vaige state of mourning the abundance of frustration of caring to only be hurt...