dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...

I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...

Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything

My kingdom is both Fruitful and barren, Wise and idiotic, Splendid and fatal. How’s yours?

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

...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,

He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor

Fire and Water sensations rinses and rises as a dutiful procedure. Felt within,

The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n… splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk.

Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair

I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.

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

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…