A poem. — As the dunes express their dares; I must stay aware. In your arms I am distracted — you silence my despair. To share on my shore is rare. Forbear. Tonight, my beloved, there is something in the air. ’Tis rare a moment. Dear Ocean; Take one and all wish upon…

A Poem. — All signs point towards East. The last supper was an apparent Feast. I would give you all of me at the very least, I’m just not sure I have anything to bring to our table. What’s done is done. Nothing is fair, really. The rocks crumble and minutes pass… My soul…

A poem. A letter… — Winter solstice distraught. Lousy focus— Leaving me in dark. Lost in fraught. Whilst, Intentions decent! I go through the motions as I… Try. Watch me, and my humility descend as tears fall from my bloodshot, yet gleaming, and hazy, grey eyes. Slippery slope — my tears fall with hope. Translucent…

An epic poem. The voices in my head. — “So You Think You can tell Heaven from Hell?” — The Beatles Them: “Are you listening?” Me: If Only I could Listen… Them: Listen to Me ! Listen to this! Listen to Him/Her. Just Listen to Em’ Sis! “If You don’t do yourself a favor girl; You Shall Surely pay for This!” I dare say; “if only I Could Listen.” If I…

A Poem. Free-Verse. I’ve got my eyes on you sir. You’ve been sneaky before. What time were you born? Oh? You don’t know? How truly mysterious… Yes. This is me being facetious. One may possibly tell by tone , yet I wouldn’t put my money on me acting “grown.” This…

A Poem. Time fly’s by… I try to catch it, but the ground won’t let me reach up that high, nor touch the sky. Gravity. Bound to thee. I don’t know why I try with all my might! I try so hard to get back to the spaces, and times…

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A Poem. — Heavenly, glacial eyes — Watching over thy self. A sunrise radiates inside the irises of thee — Blizzard ridden eyes; a sunrise lay dormant inside the horizons of thee. Silently. Gallantly. As thine knee sit upon thou wooden floor… prayer position — Bestow grace inside of thee, please. For thine…

A Poem. — Twisted, wicked, masked parade. Never mind those idle days. Let alone my pens recent escapades. As the clock strikes twelve; Pray! Time for life’s masquerade. Pessimistic pedigree. A ballerina twisting free. Catching up on dirty looks… Beneath the shade of willow trees. Rotten apple alchemy. Optimistic misery. Color blind catastrophe! …