(2014)
In our sadness, When the world seems too trying And compassion waits unfound, Are we losing the feeling? In our sadness I will sink, I wil…
Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.
Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…
O what reality is your light in my… A glass could not—ought not tell l… Has a curvature causeth this view Distorted, or the willing to keep Enduring a warm mantra sleep?
I will fail and fall short, I will be who you want, I wish you felt this hurt, I wish I was who you want. I can’t feel again.
Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
For her without light, Never a distraction to choose, Heaven too will wait For him with no fight, It can come to the likes of you.
‘Time is a healer’ : fools heed su… The reward of reason Is the steadying balm, Not of a childe Seeking assurance
In the shadow of hope begs an unhe… Lost and abandoned, where we used… Please stay, please hear; Pleasing all for you, as long as y… But your mind’s gone, you need a n…
Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…
No weight, no strength, No good, no wealth Nor chances dealt, No oath, no plan Nor having felt
And I let go of my cares, Lost inside a lunar mare, She was dying to belong To me. And now no one.
In a moment thoughts are spoken With flippant retrospection, In a moment enthused, impressed, c… Now forever in abandon. Spoken, lived, even felt: in these…
What could it take to stir a heart… How does resentment hold, where wa… Would pure desire and promise true… Gain love in spite of you? Who hears your voice, do they rece…