I want this to begin, feel your wa… My body aches and gets the shakes At your touch that melts me so muc… My mind quivers and it sends shive… Up and down my spine knowing you a…

25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to

Today’s simplistic silly rhyme Has come to you upon a dime The choices made to express, you s… A daily reminder of the depths of… Word.

I’ve felt a target, punctured and… Spun into a web of deceit and hate And I’d like to congratulate All those that came before Knelt down like a whore

If I asked you if I loved you wou… Caught up in the goings on of the… So and so said they were there Unaware of the stares. So I’m looking backward at a posi…

With all my love for you emptiness wraps my heart in blue With all your love for me nothing changes because you are fr… Can I unchain my soul from this r…

What do you mean it went topsy tur… She replied in hastened affair. I couldn’t Shouldn’t Dare I wouldn’t

Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -

You can call me crazy Because I’ve definitely lost my m… It’s not likely that you’ll catch… Because I have a net, you know But those silly little details are…

Whereupon the words oft spoken Love, torment, grief. Tis better, it has been said, To be tormented instead By an endless winter of grief

When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C

The street is familiar The lanes are not. I’ve fallen in again And am now distraught. I couldn’t see what needed to be s…

A quiet contemplative morose and s… Planted voids, ineptitude wide Followed a path once forgotten Lain before me by a reckless aband… Of tears and of shallow memories

Calming storms we battle proud And sometimes stuck behind the shr… Of calling out to our master’s dec… And wondering when we shall be all… One needn’t ask for permission to…

A beauty’s flame the candle bears; In his mind the seasons tear; Displaced amongst some memories; Replace in time by sensory Overload