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I stare into this dark abyss of my… I shiver and close my eyes as I f… As my eyes close, I see your face… The vision gives me strength as I… I shiver and close my eyes to type…
Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...
I lock the hotel door Behind me alone. And makes me realize I am like the shadow That can come and go
Screwed up family Nobody cares Neither does She In a world of darkness My life is total chaos
It won’t be easy, you’ll think it… When I try to explain what is rea… How I still need your help after… No, I mean really. All you will see is a poet, one wh…
What is poetry? To me it is life’s meaning with words. Perhaps somewhere in there is the definition of my heart shutting down poetry. See... Poetry is like a burning candle. While there...
Tonight while translating some pages and writing what I consider some good poetry. Well, to me it is good I started recalling an event as bright as a star. How was this possible? Why d...
Damn those cars! Who cares for as… or petrol stations when there is i… the lonely lure of evening platfor… and empty, echoing with breaks, an… accelerating rhythms of car wheels…
Nightmares, Lurk behind the corners of my war… From those nights locked away in a… No lights to chase the darkness aw… No kind words to ease the pain
Sitting in a very dark room with no windows and no light; my hand holds a small slender candle, the flame flickers softly. The only thing fanning the flame is my breath while I sit and ...
I’m told it’s clothes that make a… But shoes tell richer tales My closet speaks of no skills or p… Far less than fabric bales No shoes from past days
Its 11:13pm, sleep is an elusive c… I see before me the corridors of m… Each night runs the same double fe… I cannot sleep, slumber I cannot… You of the blessed, sleep undistur…
Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station
One gentle moment of life, a coven… Once more I hold you in my arms,… For I know that I must leave you… Your hair benenath my fingers, fee… And your eyes, oh those hazel eyes…
By the time I’ve finished thinkin… I think, therefore I exist I am not who I was before three months ago. So I thought,
