I long to be the eye of the storm//The anti-forlorn//The cuppa something warm...
I Long to Be
Lonely and Brave
No man is an island//But we suffer from our enclave...
I Could Use That Fire
With a flame that is just part of them//They always know how to use it...//I could use that kind of fire today...
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...
Writing the Beast
Broad-shouldered beasts Against a downtrodden me In pride, bear their teeth Blinding my tenacity Slouching, I come to greet In worn shoes from dragged feet With a sigh, I take my seat The pen my weapon, these words my feat You have no idea what it took to lay these words for all to... Continue Reading →
December Rose 