What was the sound of love? The taste . . . the...
Pale brown leaves, the texture of coarse words...
The years passed away,
and she learned how to write again...
Treasure
By Mark Spencer...
A heart still beats,
When love does end...
Life
life is a bloody race...
One autumn morning I stepped forward
and found myself in a deep forest glade...
What to do?
With so much time to waste...
Who turned the radio on?
My heart breaking to a melody...
Fire
Burning brightly...
Name by*Animus*--check comments
as things slowly start to fall apart...
I am not selfish, egotistical, narcissistic, nor...
I am not malevolent, nor malicious, evil, nor...
Speeding quickly past.
Zooming, zipping fast...