Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
There was a joke I was going to write, a really good joke, but I have forgotten it. A shame, now all that’s left is the television blaring in front of me, sounds of “The Price is Right”...
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n… splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk.
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
I’m grateful. Grateful for the words I breathe. For the times I’ve lived and, in… for the greatness of the moments a… I’m grateful
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady. My true self is hidden, see? Masked ego, set me free? I am guilt-ridden,
Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and
