What remains of my sun? Clouds, facades of the high skies, obscuring mirrored daystars of my eyes!   There toy are in my sky, whirling in tears in the wind. I want to reach up and grab hold of you.   I see the two searing-white pearls of...

The season of a broken heart is upon me.Heartsick, this burning pain roarswithin my stricken heart chambers.The budding of my youthful heart,my tempestuous squalls - the wildfire of my youth. A blooming summer heartglowing with affection in the light which I bask.An...

As I move on  from my haunting past, I learn to breathe again.   From thoughts of suicide and the horrid escalation to attempting it, I survived.   November, 2018 was the worst month of my life, devastating it is to almost die.   Liberating it was afterwards, when I spent months...

Engulfing me in its black cloud,candles nowhere near to force the night to withdraw.Not like I would want it to,I welcome the dark of night,I condemn the light of day,where no horizon high enough could the daystar sink beneathso rapidly, as...

     This sooty-faced angel who visited me in childhood, possessed no angelic wings...        Touched once by the black angel of my childhood, this person was someone I trusted, someone I loved (but no more), and someone who...