I see the shape of your face in shadows on my...
unconsciously I smirk. Wrinkles in the paint make...

Written for a title contest
I'm ready to be committed to you...

Ever have a day,
Where things didn't go right...

It doesn't matter what poems I read,
or the motion of the music I hear...

The night sky is ebony, and the stars
spell romantic words with their crystal lights...

I wished to title this poem
Something sincere, something genuine...

Darling,
if it wasn't against my religion to compare you to...

Maybe its the way the crisp air cracks my...
or winters dreadful wind that chaps my lips...

Written for a club challenge about a "kitchen...
You were jealous right away...

Protecting the window to ones soul-
Under the eyelid lies a hollow trap...

The doors were locked.
That's all she made sure of as she bolted out...

I've given in to the habit of biting my nails,
found plenty of things to google...