Please feel free to add more. Writers block, I want this to turn into a conversation, however I have no real experience with something like this.
seasons come and go— Autumn falls deep into Winter’s frigid embrace, a powdered laced s… pillow to rest your head upon to fall is to be tricked...
Have I ever written clearly? Have my words been too vague? You know those words as well.. Unless amnesia became well known But for you
Pews filled with loved ones Holding their breaths Not a single word spoken All waiting for that single moment The doors open, filling the room
I sit here with my pen in my hand Waiting to write down the next ins… But when will it come? I sit here with my coffee, a cup that reflects the darkness w…
It was said life was a box of choc… Never to know what you will get Surprises around every corner Tasting the perfect one, congrats… But wait... that sweetness is flee…
For the longest time, I envied Wo… How powerful they truly were, and… Using them simply as a catalyst, To create worlds that others would… To create a fantasy for the broken…
People say that I am easy to talk… That the barriers they built Are transparent with each word pas… Ghosts of my past Transgressions hidden beneath the…
Numbers, constant and consistent sometimes they are Irrational, pushing us to our utter limits and creating new experiences for u… no matter what we do
How attractive is vulnerability? Because nowadays all I see is wea… shared between many individuals People say they want to go deeper… That they want to peek into our so…
Broken beneath the surface Keep breathing they say Smile to keep the preface As you lie upon that bed Fractured with no skin broken
Life is not fair it will tear you apart every chanc… shredding pieces of your sanity destroying the You that has been b… Life will continue to exist, but i…
love is unbelievably mean Time after time it will break you rewarding you scars that are left… Only if that would stop you but still you chase after somethin…
Wandering minds meet wandering fee… Along that dusty road Torn and tattered clothes flow Off of young soft supple bodies Heat exchanged from palms to bosom
I sit here rereading every word I… Hiding my feelings in these lines—… To explain who I was and who I am Yet I still yearn to cross that t… To see what’s beyond the sea
eight by eight is the box I live i… squares within squares holding what I know to be true win or lose within this box I shall reside