Outside of noise and static and speech//This moment that is, to me, a creature...
My Creature
Found Peace
I ought to have found peace//This breath has become a sign...
Low’ring Ledges
A penny for your thoughts//Is worth two concealed by hedges...
Beautiful Things
Where do the beautiful things come from//The moments that swell your soul...
Wearied
...am I jaded, muted, wearied?
Shambles and Rubbish
And so the words mount, leading me wayward//In a room where the doors are all shut//Shambles and rubbish - thoughts to discover//Distant memories that have somehow come undone...
Beetle and Murder
Then I cry in an awful guilt//Sweat beads upon my brow//Each of my sobs ends in a lilt//Because I know I'd do it again...
The Blank Page Only
My mind could start fresh with each new creation//Primordial waters float about my muse...
The Milksop’s Ache
Breathe in with a quiver and out with a quake//Debate if I should turn back, try again when I wake...
December Rose 