So I cup my little flame//Close my eyes tight//And hold my light...
Hold My Light
Nearly Blown Out By the Wind
All this has just been a dream, all just a melancholic scene...
Refractions of Reality
Refractions of reality that hearts may be on display, and we all, to put it simply, might know what's in a name...
Here’s A Poem
Sometimes we have to choose to not take ourselves too seriously - Ooo... So here's a poem. Bye. Oooo. (Bayou???)
Static-On-Silence
All the world painted in hues of noir scenes and aubergines flashing reds and effervescent greens
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
December Rose 