It's strange how in such a short time,
Someone can become important to you...
My fingers trace along the
delicate skin of my face...
He plucks
at my heart strings...
Anxiously penning words
Never knowing if they are gazed upon...
She sombrely sits
singing songs from her soul...
Apple saddened cried
Red, Red beauty now holed...
How do you know........the moment is here
Is it the longing, yearning....or the anger when...
I saw her across the world
crossing legs atop a chandelier...
Poetry may be reflections of immortal souls.
A record of life's journey to the sacred light...
As the sun begins to bathe me
in treasures of the earth...
I want to ruin you...
Yellow is the jelly that I ate
It wiggled and it trembled...