May 27, 2015
embers of our fire desire of life the one who seems forgotten stuck between a life of nothing we were two beside none one beside love a dove and a crow the words you thought nothing of we were, but always transcended be…
May 25, 2015
I told him I wrote a few poems about him and he just smiled. Little did he know I meant a few thousand.
May 25, 2015
I felt at home even though I knew he wasn’t home.
May 23, 2015
It’s bizarre and truly sad how connected yet disconnected this generation is.
May 23, 2015
i loved a man with eyes of glass dark like stance warm chamber hands he spoke with grooves flowed with you’s held his own yet followed you beside his darkest he dabbled looked crept upon the bluest his sky was graceful …
May 22, 2015
They told me not to write about him, but how do I write without a muse?
May 21, 2015
Love comes and goes, it grows and knows and when it knows, it knows. Just let it flow and all will come… or go.
May 20, 2015
You’re supposed to grow. Not be the same person you were a year, a month, a minute, two seconds ago.
May 19, 2015
There I sat beside a grounded fence, a shattered man. Torn to shreds, ripped beneath. We lied in sheets, hid beside concrete, tackled the wall, dreams and all. “I love you,” I said. It could’ve been, yet it couldn’t hav…
May 18, 2015
Oh boy, I did. I do. I love. You, him, her, them. But most importantly, me.