(2014)
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
