As I settle in the chair  before my poetry book, It is only the calm before the storm, that is, the journal unopened,  the storm within hemorrhaging, the blizzard of words to be inked whirl in the lashing wind within my mind.  Begging to be channeled  to...

The pen I hold is my wand.With one motion of it,I create something hauntingly beautiful.Aching sorrows,juxtapositionedwith romance;darkly romantic.Script seasonedwith the Gothic, and the surreal.Dreamy and nostalgic.How is it so?Blending opposites,bridging themuntil they're sensical.My pen, my friend,knows more of my...

your movements talk to me has my mind racing thinking that I don't just want your body need to be in your mind I have a one way view to heaven and it's through your eyes bring me your unfiltered hardcore loving like two pieces once missing now connected forever  I can say...