(2015)
I'm overcoming my nightly anxiety. Finally
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.
This little book of rhyme holds captive my heart. No, my mind’s the real upstart. Credit to my heart’s a crime. Desperation took the real blow
There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.
Winds like giant breaths spoke life into the dead with a chilling verse. This was a night to reanimate
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?
In the distance, slight tapping of… Festival creating renewed life, wa… the origin of the location unknown… Then upbeat rhythm kicks in, Announcing a different style of ce…
Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…