Sonder I ponder Clearly the day drifts on and wear… Of elegant decay. What’s that, you say? You too?
You could ask me why I stopped And I wouldn’t have an answer Everything left when I stayed in… Frightened at the answer I’ve lost my way, my sense of self
Simple reflections of past blunder… A gentle breeze of radiant beauty… My heart races a mile a minute as… This happens every moment in which… One never thinks it will happen, b…
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
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
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…
If there was a way to stop the pai… I’d seek its shelter again and aga… If there was a way to end all the… I’d borrow its wisdom and add to m… No matter the ways in which I str…
Chicken wire? Live wire? Unadorned attire Ripping apart One white-knuckled clench at a tim…
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…
You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear
Springing down, upon and forth to… There is no other to say where and… To begin, confused and saying his… His destruction’s begun without th… This word’s manifest his disconten…
The hand flirts in dangerous tides… As it travels through the midnight… Calm collected, undetected When the penetrating silence unend… A flip-flop slap
“Why can’t you just fucking take i… You’d think the metallic bat in yo… You’d think it might be that loade… You might even question if I’m di… I don’t swing that way but swings…
I came to you on a Tuesday Full of wonder, fight, poise and j… I left you on a Monday I was never the same. Your eyes gripped the paper
Roses are red; Violets are blue. Haiku 18 Jan