the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
most definitely worth gazing into and holding on as the water pours… trying to flood the soul of the wh… the warm rays embarrassing as if t… going deep as if searching the oce…
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line