dour were the notes I climb to youilliciting dismay I felt disparagedmy bosom heave and I exhale my disdainmy advances rebuffed I was left smitten with no way to rectifyunseeing lust, was covetoussomething happened to me when you let...

delicate is the visiongentle is the waydeep within me I am summonedonce again to your throne roomsacred eyes behold the lady in crimson hair wild and blondeeyes wide and observinguntil I see youWisdom, in all your glorymy heart softens...

Sit still a momentlet the world loosen its grip.No clocks, no names,only the hush between two heartbeats.Close your eyes as one closes a dooragainst the wind, gently,and the breath arriveslike a tide that knows your shore.In, outthe lungs become...

Will we, the damaged, find respiteoutside the shards of sleep at night?Can we, the damaged, dribbling there,old and withered in our chair,find that peace that can’t be bought,for which we battled, which we fought? Or does the struggle never end,no...

My biggest fear is not that I will die but that I will lose control,lose myself.That my carefully crafted persona might simply collapse in on itself.That others will witness that collapse. That is the excruciating fear that depression brings.It never...