"Maybe I should let go
of everything I used to own."...
Et Tu Brute?
My friend I thought you were...
Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
Intrepid these winds that swirl through the...
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence...
Have you ever felt so trapped in your own mind?
Where you feel like your soul is beginning to...
I tend to wrestle
with my emotions...
When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...
Emotions overflow like rapid
waterfalls, as light...
Pleading with the one freedom they left me,
my voice carries throughout the hallways...
Azul eyes dim to slate gray,
fog blinds vision, a storm of tears arrives...
Twirled a wilted leaf,
shoved into grim solitude...
I focus on the noise
My thoughts devoid...