This Love we chose suspends ticks and tocks between cuckoo crows
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Some time around noon, you'll give me a call//Rolling around, laughing, and together//We'll fall
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
I take a look inside a mirror underneath my breath, I whisper "I see something decent in this mental patient because in his eyes, he looks more alive than me." I look past him, over his shoulder and assume he must be a soldier because in his wake, there's a massive quake where he... Continue Reading →
The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow Viable