Millions of AngelsIn the night skyWatching over usShining their lightSometimes they twinkleSometimes they shineProviding protectionGod's amazing designMillions of AngelsCrying in painThey watch us consumeAs we live in vainSometimes they questionThe mistakes that we makeSometimes they explodeA supernovas's heartbreak Millions of Angels Constellations...

Frigid, calm front hides in northern winds,vast sky of my bedroom dims. Stream in wintericed over, mother's embraceletting go at bedtime. Still rainfall,sky's dark pillows,eyelids become anchors, smothering. The cold frontblanketing these damp lids,peacefully covers the coming storm.

Something has died within me. Something like the soul,  yet my body lives on.   Something has occupied the void. And I know not what it could be! But it feels elegantly poetic!   It may be what saves my life. And may be what drives me to...

Among the rain drops I walk.Skin barely soaked while I talk... apparently to no one. Alone yet so combined in my thoughts.I choose to believe I’m being mocked... apparently by no one. Acid rain for the people walking by.Friendly faces warm the hearts...