Events of many dark daysand nightspile high upon my head,weighing me down,until such a time as I find peace;enough equilibriumto process them. Every time I glimpsea small reprieve,something else will conspireto knock the whole pile flying,knock me off my feetand...

For a moment I took pleasureOn the fact that you existedYou were thereSilentWithdrawnBut wiseOh so wiseI felt I could talk to youAs if I talked to the moonAnd God you could understand.

Her Gaze burns cold… Frigid soul and scorching attitude she has!   Within the target of her gaze, one will feel time has stopped.   One will feel that freezer burn on their soul and innocence.   It will feel all too familiar, like it’s something...

Within the tempest of this world, my candle flame burns stout and proud.   Storm clouds gather over my candlelit eyes, yet they burn on… a powerful counter-gaze   through that grey overcast blanketing what was once the warm sun in my life....