Flames to waterlikelife to death.She playedeach day.Likestars to nightlikesun to day.She paved her wayinto my life.Her bright light flickeredthen died.I gaspeda sighfor my heart's demise.As my starwitheredbefore I said my final,Goodbye.

She was standing next to meI was looking at another herYes… it was another sheI could not help but stareHow could I let it be?!She was so damn fairHoping she did not seeI was looking at a pairBikini clad...

Revelation I just realizedlove does not exist.It is an illusion, a dark shadow of a foggy mist.What we feelwe think is realis just a dream,a scar we wait for our hearts to heal.Fluids we passbetween succulent reds,making love,all a pretense to...

How do you do it? How do you make me think of you when you are not? How do you make me never forget you when I ought? How do you make me dream of you when you do not? How do you...

Lives of PoetsWhat makes me wonderIs not why writers and poetsSo young and oldSuccumb to emptiness. It is the lives they had livedUnder the bright sky. Things they must have seen To mold those words of bitterness. From Homer’s Olympus heightsTo Byron’s mountain...