“I’d dare to chance a thousand starlit nights and those distanced between…That a kindred soul like yours were real.”
Read More“I long to escape the prison of my mind. I am free. I must wear the scars. A reminder of time served.”
Read More“I was taught love but not how to love. Born with love to give, but not the way to give it.”
Read More“The crime is not admiring beautiful things. The cry, is not taking into account that they are abused.”
Read More“At some point you have to trust your judgment, draw the lines, and create your masterpiece.”
Read More“The challenge is setting aside the ordinary. It’s that “you time” that you can’t get during sleep.”
Read MoreIt is not my wish, rather I have not been told that I must cheat my fellow man/ seek out his demise/ yet I see the crime.
Read More…as we fight to the death we will return to the outside, to those not thinking of us, and make ourselves known.
Read MoreBut I am most happy in the arms of those who chose me/ removing my quip to make a decision in the first place.
Read MoreEach detail wove, each line defined
a record for the soul
And in each line a burden laid
embedded by the cold
Read MoreLet us adjudicate all our strength. We will smile throughout the discord/ because adjacent to our smile is our holocaust.
Read MorePacific wind that holds me sweetly
I would die if not to sleep
Gentle arms which fold to meet me
Flow to reach this deep instilled
Read MoreHad I known the nature of her I’d not curse the nature of me
Read More“Fear is useful here. It recognizes what is not known to it better than any sense.”
Read MoreWe are surrounded by everyone's wants, desires, and needs without yet understanding our own.
Read MoreIt hides its drought so poorly, slowing to vacancy and meagerly tasting what it can to sustain/ giving way for the occupants that can’t do without
Read MoreThis solid stone for touch had stubborn thick with walls I had withdrawn
A thousand times to feel what I had not and others moved beyond
Read MoreThere’s a point in every lifeline,
but I’ve witnessed just my own
Many times I’ve fallen simply
just to find which line to hold
And there are steps that I have taken,
without knowing where to go
And every time I’ve met a doorway,
with one step still left to go…
Read MoreIt would be hard to fool you…
That a moment of your honesty could
tell a wayward of their own selfish view;
And free their desperate retreat from pointless
doubt to find comfort again.
Read MoreI shout—the scream from the fall of my
careless and unanticipated step. An answer’s
given without delay. It tightens and prepares
for my capture and holds me securely, and
sets me on my way.
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