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

His wrath well worn and all too known; His peace well torn as we held His scorn. His effervescent attitudes

Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C

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

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

There is always time you’ll never… Stacks of newspapers, tupperware a… Staring back at my listless eyes Despising the rising of layers of… Rusted unto an otherwise strengthe…

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…

How you left is the same way you e… Bewildered I wouldn’t kiss you with my heart… And still you begged For my lips to stay close to yours…

If I were sitting where you were, I would wonder what I was peering… I too would feel confusion I too would start to wonder– Hmmm… And my mind would drift off too.

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…

My fingers trace a path over the m… Smiles replace memories, the face… I trace down to the center, down t… What a beautiful journey! I’ve ne… Out-of-focus petals tease my eager…

I told him it would be epic So to this standard I must now ho… My language hasn’t been quite sept… And there’s much of a tale to be t… And so I pour out to you, friends

I stared deep into those eyes of y… I wasn’t sure you’d catch my depth… And now you stand flabbergasted, a… And then when the thunder and the… I did something you couldn’t expec…