Like the broken skin of a pimple, left to bleed,
then scab; The scarring reminder of the...
As the glorious sun blooms to a new day
And the morning dew creeps...
"who is that girl?"
"she's always so glum,"...
Spinning in circles as I kick over the paintings I...
I don't want to be a pale imitation of Picasso...
Light Touches Her
Light touches this girl...
What are the most things you fear?
Do you fear darkness...
She speaks in monologue,
even ignores walls...
He picks a stone to skip
across the water's silver sheen...
O overcast eyes
do not senselessly believe...
Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...
Craziness chases my sanity
like a game of cops and robbers...
I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...