I pull a thread to thread away the tapestry shed away my fears like autumn leaves and when autumn leaves I will not fear being naked. AdvertisementsRead more "When Autumn Leaves"
Your eyes are like stars.
The ones that burn bright.
The ones that tear through all that space,
To give the moon company in the night.
And in spite of their light
I wonder why.
While I’m by the shore,
Legs dangling like pendulums
These thoughts leave me Wet in the rain;
or tears.Read more "Mountains"
“…I’ll weed you out someday
But for now
Just a little while longer
I guess I could let you stay.”
I take one more step into the fray
Oblivion is all I see
Yet I still walk that wayRead more "Memories"
they told me stories of shadows and ghosts, of goblins and fiends that hide in our homes, of blank canvases, torn pictures and soundless songs, of plastic homes where no one belongs, of men that were sordid, deceitful and prim, Aloof, greedy, hungry and grim. So all the colours I have known, I’ve had to […]Read more "Colours"
Into the darkness I rush, again;
to feel something new.
Confusion, darling, where have you been,
today, I wish to dance with you.
Even before the first veining rays
Find their ways
through the struggling, stretching Morning trees
I despise Mondays.
The yawning sounds of the morning wheeze,
the window breeze
Pours its way uninvited into my bedroom.
As I begin my day,
Holding back the riot inside his chest,
Heart pounding like the prison door
Of a madman during the full moon.
A rhythmic push on his ribs like a butterfly in a cocoon.Read more "Brief Summary Of Postindustrial Life"