My heart bleeds bloodas my pen bleeds ink. My heart's the epicenter of my bodyas my pen's the instrument of my soul. Together, blood and ink coexist, a heart and soul mourn together, and my soul I realize, possesses handsto grasp my...

somber notes play in my headlulling me into my dark placefitful desire to be numbmy heart feels too muchaching rebellion I dull the painbut the hurt it shinesbright with hints of redmakes my thoughts turn blackthe world of the...

subtle sin, blushing slightlya hint of the trouble I amMy scent lingers in the airsex mixed with lavendera heady aphrodisiac tantalizing your sensesIt angers you, and you respondWith strong words, you curse my femininity I’m too soft until I’m notgentle dreamer...

Candles too are mortal when alight. When their wicks are cold and black, candles will desire that flame in their life.   When candles bleed like us, it requires love accompanied with pain. That punishing, silent cry of dripping wax...   That bleeding light we all crave, yet...

Dark days and bright nights. That's the life of a sorrowful poet.  Away from the darkening daylight... into the light of the night I rejoice! Night owl, indeed!  I've risen like the full moon and descended like the sun. My soul bleeds ink onto the page. And...