If I was gone
Who would know...
Fine is sand,
Fine is skin...
lovely little sounds (haiku)
spoon hits glass, chime sounds...
Many people have no sense to speak
'Cause, in culture, they are so weak...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
It was 9:30pm!
her forehead creased in displeasure...
I wrote to the sun,
how I rode to the moon...
Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...
Chained to a future inescapable
Hurting eyes ignored in front of greed...
Today has been
long, and...
She stopped living in her world of dreams..
Her tears are done and she has silent screams...
An empty suitcase
The wind rustles through the trees...