Long after our black departure,consumed by earth,despite dreams of an immortal memory,we’ll all be forgotten.She has a poetic journal in her keeping,immortalizing her words.An archive of Gothic poetry,holding her inner most desiresof adventure, sex, love and expressionism.Metaphors possessing such...

As I remember, I learn to forgetthe buoyant memories that linger.When I am foundering, I resurface,only to drown in the world’s stigma.As masking as the calm, glassy sheetsegregating this pond of thought is,this curtain between dreamsand the world has...

I met you todayAnd you wrap me upLike a warm scarfAs I take this walkLate this night.

"Would you like to go dancing?" He asked. Of course I would. It was 1985. Who doesn't like to go dancing?! I loved to dance but I haven't been to a club for years. The last time was after...