who starts to lie and yet he lies not for some glory’s way, but to protect the one he loved each day from his own brain. And once in every place, there is this man with an empty spa...

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...

In the mirror I saw an angel weep… I tried but I couldn’t avert my e… I realized too late No one is perfect no matter how ha… I realized the reflection in the m…

A lure of curves She lies Like a silken ribbon Limbs branch open wet Hard wood

My eyes watch for you and do not see. My nose scents for you and no smell is present. My lips want for you

Every friend I have known says the same things about me. “I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.” All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I cam...

I miss you

Sometimes during the day I day dr… I secretly wish upon the invisible… and send the sky my daydreams. And even though It all seems bett… I only daydream poetry for you

Hurting Hurting Hurting So deep inside Breaking

He sits in His room, pen and paper at hand, afraid that His missives are nothing but bland. Emotions unbridled

No sé adónde voy pero, seguro sé donde he estado colgado en mentiras en creaciones de ayer y he decidido