Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...