Let the lover be.

some of us are squashed Potential bent over ourselves, tucked deep beneath our insecurities. captive to the fears we've allowed to...

We are not immortal. Far from it Fragile.

12/09/2014 You had been the stuff of my poems, immortalized in my literature. I had forgotten you were real.

12/01/2014 At the first sign of reality, I start tossing all hopes out the window. I look out and watch them fall south of my heart, t...

10/22/2014 I think our hands are poison. We lay our hands in the water And contaminate streams. I watch the heart of the ocean tu...

I am suspended upon the breath of your lips The roll and lull of each pleading That I no longer remember are mine. I am a crumpled m...

The Cold rolls in beneath the folds of my bedsheets Afflicting my lungs with a sudden ferocity As It announces that It is indeed here. ...