The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.

I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury

Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong

I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.

I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,

In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free.

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…

I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a

A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…

In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…