(2014)
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...