All these pretty little words may never be seen By anyone else's eyes besides me And I'm coming to terms with the vast, open dream Where echoes are lost and eyes are unclean My eyes have been unclean for some time When I could no longer eat up my rhymes Even if polite, with... Continue Reading →
I sit in the silence And I am overwhelmed Such a silly little thing Yet what is silly, and what is little? My mind's disquiet No longer my curtain The silence that Love now brings I see outward, and she sees in. Muted in prominence I hold myself out-held Yet lost is the... Continue Reading →
I sat in the middle of a room today To become acquainted with the space To see what the space would say To see if I'd become its next prey I sat there with an open mind Let the space see what it could find Each response seemed so assigned Now I'm unsure if the... Continue Reading →
All the fantastical things will remain in my mind...