(2013)
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
