my thoughts turn sad as I contemplateit is a heaviness of being I'm sure many can relatethe storm builds and the twister beginsyour stomachs in knots, the anxiety has set inyour pain a powerful qoutient to who you are...

Eye see beyond vendors of flesh: the beautiful and the o’so strange` mere advocates of warmth for trade, bartering pieces of their truth Posed as riddles:but there's only one I care to unravel and make my homethere’s something enticing about being meaningfully exposed, like lovers...

I love you with everything but I'm breaking inside you go out with your friends and I'm left woundering you say it's nothing I try to trust but you lie about where you go who your with what you...

I knew it was over… the day your hand lay lifeless in mine. That sudden goodbye and that iciness you shared. Glares… not beautiful gazes. Sharing hands with a corpse then made it a wintry day. It was a shimmering...

That teardrop shape of my light! A glow with many shadows cast. The vaulted heavens above catch the long thread of smoke rising when my candle flame’s pinched. My smoke pools and condenses as my blackened wick cools. The teary streams of wax dry and my tears...