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The hand flirts in dangerous tides… As it travels through the midnight… Calm collected, undetected When the penetrating silence unend… A flip-flop slap
Roses are red; Violets are blue. Haiku 18 Jan
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…
You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear
Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…
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…
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…
Can you imagine not being yourself… Can you get lost in the words of a… Do you feel as if on the edge of m… Do you cry when steeped in sadness… Will your parents die when you lea…
I started a rhyme Then a thought chimed in And another And another So I thought about my thought
“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…
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
He came from a land of trees Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough Spoke with passion screaming from… And I was torn between hearing ev… And I had to take his torch
I had an effervescent eminescent m… Decided that I had had enough of… I said goodbye to the memories of… One in which all the pain was neve… To ask me how the question became…
Sonder I ponder Clearly the day drifts on and wear… Of elegant decay. What’s that, you say? You too?
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…