Contusions of the soul
turn to scars and scabs...

You always want what you don't have and fail to...
~An epigram is a very short poem, usually two or...

Our lips pressed close, I breathe in the
breath you have pushed from your chest...

This is to the keeper of my fate, you
omnipotent being who guards the gate...

You look deranged, as if you are
questioning your own name...

Try to escape-
Run away, run away...

Head pounding.
Her unexplainable achings are an earthquake...

My frustrations cause my limitations.
I no longer feel my insides burning...

I fell hard as lightning striking
through cottonfields, fighting like...

I bask before the constantly
glowing embers of your love...

The night descends and there you are, haunting me-
From hundreds of miles away and three...

Pick it and pull it apart, shred it and watch the
decay that ensues to bring the pieces back...