Poetry is meant to be tasted, called beloved,
summoned when you have dotted lines on...
Silence fell and all the world stood still
as towers crumbled down...
In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...
When you're little, gazing upon a giant Fir
adorned with tinsel, you can't help but be...
Please don't bug
Not in the mood...
Heal the wounds you have created,
Rebuild the bridges you have burned...
Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window...
How can you hold me with those same hands
That do stain my skin with fresh bruises...
Lacing stitches in delicate fashion,
I wrapped my cry in a tea stained...
You came into my life when I was lost in the...
controlled by fear in the depths of deep despair...
Theres lead in my pencil, ink in my pen,
paint on the brush when an idea reveals...
I have a cloud that follows me,
ink-black and full of sorrow...