Certainly, no words remain to describe-
A strip of paint could serve just as well for the first line-
I’ll leave a space for anyone else to tell of the ever present-
Darkness.
But let them use the best cliches,
for this is the darkest night
of the year.Read More »
The curtain you’ve drawn o’er the windows to your soul,
but I still see you go
back and forth, back and forth.
Do I sit down at the right hand of your dreams?
How long will you stay in a stage immobilized?
One kiss Read More »
I’ve tried caring but I got tired,
but it isn’t even that- It’sRead More »
The sliding glass doors reflect the light
‘til the room
is a doubly aglow,
and I can see you as well
as the squirrels heard hunting for morsels
on our balcony see us.
You sit close enough for me
to smell your butterscotch skin,
but your words are music to my ears-
not pleasant, but foreign.Read More »
Pushing forward where none would dare,
I do not need the audacity,
that I could never muster;
I bring with me boldness.
And does it make you happy?Read More »
I called the disorder by its name,
and it stopped, dead in its tracks,
jerked its hand from the crooked heart and
tried to wipe me off its face,Read More »
If not left dead, left strengthened,
but for the first time, I’m starting to think
this may not be the kind of story
where I make it out alive.Read More »
The memories we’d yet to live
unrolled before my mind
like a black and white scroll full
of mural after mural, and I
longed for the day when
you’d come color in.
Little did I know you’d shadeRead More »
harvest pumpkins for a gift
given with cold final kiss
as the once green leaves fell down
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