I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I am super excited to announce that I have officially published my first book, a collection of poems I have written over the past couple of years. It is titled “Somewhere Warm” by me, S...
See baby, the reason I chose you… Our kisses, it’s so memorable just… Wait! Is it your smile? Something that can make any man he… Sometimes I wonder is it your hea…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
You know, I feel fine today Watching the clouds as they float… Hearing the bees buzz into that cl… Feeling the warmth cling to the co… Smiling as the birds swoop by in a…
Please imagine an electrical storm in the distance. They can finally see without being open to the lies of the world. From the storm your eyes seemingly illuminate your heart’s hon...
What Might Have Been You should have loved me more, Cl… Hung on harder to those words til… Kept me in your dreams, trying not… Oh Baby, Sweet Baby, What might…
Pity the poor sinner, for he knows… Pity the pious saint, for his devo… Pity the craved zealot, for he thi… And pity most the martyr, for deat…
Circumstances don’t make the man w… What he is, is a result of circums… Setbacks that are turned into hurd… Over come by the strength to turn… Able to take the dis out of disabi…
I used to always think to myself w… Then one day I realised I wasn’t… I always question myself if lll ev… But then I think about it and rea… Hopefully one day someone can remi…
Time goes by like wind that goes…
Down comes the mist A blanket of white Gobbling up people Like the dark does at night Hazy light figures
I enter into conversations with th… with the great and the humble, wit… I have these conversations with po… with novelists and scientists, wit… Rarely do I have these conversati…
As the razor rips, the red pours the tears fall. The mind crumbles and monsters make
E ti sveli all’alba come d’incanto, emergi dall’assenza, dal cuneo cremisi della pietra angolare,
Our wispy blonde hair, now frizzy… Our old matching clothes, now tatt… Our smooth rosy cheeks Now scratched up with age As we lay here forgotten in this c…
Beneath the desert Sometimes first impressions, can be like a blue pond,. glinting in the desert. The waves breaking like ocean wate…
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date, There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate. Hither came every village maid,
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
I have heard the waves of truth Crashing on the shore of reality And watched their broken bodies Drifting out to sea An impotent foam of debris
I’m jealous of your ability to esc… It seems to be so easy for you to,… dismiss the causes of your pain an… by getting drunk and “having fun,”… “It’s not easy for me, you know...…
Sometimes, She folds herself To cover the typos and errors That wrap around the Pages of her skin.
I was only walking home one night you knew my body was full of frigh… you pulled me down to the solid gr… I let you hurt me without a sound You’re not the kind of girl to fig…
The depths in which you traveled a… and she is already lost in the dep… Your hands traveled down her spine… which raised the slightly invisibl… microscopic beads of sweat formed…
When society rejects you and your old life has left you, what will you make of yourself? When your luck has expired and you’re left confused and tired, what will you make of yourself? ...
an aching valve of any intuition u…
Tomb Of The Dead Poets Tomb of the dead poet has been co… His ancient voice breaths with an… It’s written by the ink of innocen… This was his epitaph:
Two stupid men fight Neither one is wrong or right. So, why do they fight? II Tears on your apron,
My son Must be human He will have a lot of knowledge Just become human Dad, look