The brightness of your lights
Interrupted...
A free spirit..
It can quicken the ugliest countenance...
I scribble in obscurity,
enthused by a passion...
The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...
You threw a spark that
caught my skin on...
I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...
One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...
My eyes blacken within
A cave of twisted seas and turns...
I will erect statues;
in every park...
one drop...
Blackened hearts filter roses
with scattered thorns, tongues...
My ignorance is like cockroaches
walking through thoughts...