We will watch the blood drip from our palms
The blood of those with lips bearing equality...
I wrote this poem when I was on my vacation.
I was in the car on our way to our first camping...
Profound happiness shimmers on her exhausted face,
As she is handed over her first born after three...
What does it do for you?
Do you even have a clue...
I lay my head on my pillow,
My eyes feel heavy...
Pick up the instrument...
take a deep breath...
Love to make you weak,
Loss to make you cry in pain...
A blanket of dull and lifeless grey
Covering as far as I can see...
You were always tormented,
They all thought you were demented...
This life is too short,
to spend your years regretting...
Echoes
of our chilling...
Beautiful reflections
Flickering in sunlight...