Category Archives: poem

some of the most amazing times excite me because you are here very happy that somehow you stick around enduring each minute without you reading that card you wrote me is hope and each year i get better and less … Continue reading →

red sky showing the final use of mystic tools and instruments of inspirational weaponry normally calm hands shake eager in anticipation of dissolving resistance to the celebration arranging decorations mentally then quickly changing the idea molding the discovery of a … Continue reading →

curled up tiny bits of leaf on the branch of a large open and fuzzy green stem letting the colors grow every day bleeding into the room cupping the air and tumbling bloom once in a while each one rescued … Continue reading →

coming across records of every time i made a bad decision nearly lost my will to live for a minute there then i just happened to run into someone even more turned around in life than myself right when it … Continue reading →

sometimes a collected concern has the ability to change how you think included in a chance to see it coming very much like something everyone else thinks is scary but to you comforting redefine the ways to get inside the … Continue reading →

preferred the night because i have to make a choice in the time that can be chosen again like a desperate song played on a deserving hour for a friend spared the moments of fond memories of a definitive closeness … Continue reading →

including the vast array of nights when we couldn’t stop yawning the price paid for precious fun entire weeks where there is not enough rest to make up for the excitement showing just enough energies to introduce the desires for … Continue reading →

so there is a number of books in the house while open may never be read and around the chair a few randomly crumpled papers that each have a mostly completed composition drawn delicately in dark ink and darker words … Continue reading →

if it was a day being symbolized no sunshine where i walked would happen the outfit being worn could be the representation if it was made entirely of grey maybe it could be the watch ticking as it keeps pace … Continue reading →