My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.


My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.

To be A stranger To my own Mess.

The gust has hushed, The candlelit torches As demons down there, Are stripped to bare The Omens have rung, The […]

The sum of what sticks around, Has lost its sound

Life is not acquitted For the number of The Guilty Who will not let it be For the number of […]

Enter that room and please be quiet, Do not talk, do not move, do not try it You are not […]

I wanted to tell you, I will not be drowned in blue That I am sorry because, My age will […]

I began with a string Rolled into Shape Not knowing what life would bring I was all out of tape […]

Words, my own words are difficult for me to keep around. One sentence exhaled is quickly inhaled. However writing a […]