(2015)
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The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…
Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
French Vanilla, a sweet taste I haven’t had in a while. Came back suddenly when I stared too intently
My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted… I’m accompanied by the hummingbird… who search for the mystery in gard… sprouting within the cracks of thi…
Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and