Sometimes I sit and think a bit,
Some would say it is too much...
Pages upon pages of spattered ink
my heart hears nothing, yet feels...
The young girl
reluctantly...
La Frileuse
Tilted, staring at destiny, the frame can not...
Today I write,
tomorrow I won't...
1-1-15
My stomach has cramped, my eyes tightened...
My world is beautiful..
So beautiful that I get lost in it...
I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...
The blood
and tears...
Just forget the world, one minute,
We could be happy...
This constent feeling of being ashamed
has left me ready to leave this world...
Seasons In The Sun
Remaining suspended in time...