solid white plains meet the horizon crystalized fine like powder   ice figures sculpted by free hand on every tree   wind swaying arctic breath flowing silently snowflakes dance   innocent eyes childhood ideas good memories nestled inside   from the window looking outward deep in thought weaving beauty   when a voice so familiar warms my soul with splendor   my son says.. Dad, it’s snowing!!     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...

Sail away in this sea with me.Away to the heart of us,the waves delicate. Sail away with me,away from coastal endings,this ocean we share. Sail away with you, I shall,and as does the sky, we blush at dusk. Sail away with our...

Candle wax is born from a pulsating flame.Pulsations of passion we share,were born from our first moment which sparked this undying love. If our love had a physical form,our lips would be enshroudedin what flows from our flame,and embalms our...

Inked so wickedly,so hauntingly beautiful.Thunder booms within,and lightning flashes in my eyes!Striking the page,paradoxical juxtapositions reign.A macabre heart indeed,metaphorical beauty drapinga living, breathing corpsewhich holds still the pen!Between my decaying fingers,my pen inks on with everycrash of thundering within...

Why do angles cry?    On angelic faces,    Leaving tracks behind.    Leaving traces,    On a wound,    That cannot heal.    From lashes of words,    Made from steel.        Why do the tears fall from grace?    Upon this fragile place.    Weeping and    Wallowing    From this ache.        Why does it feel like I am losing control?    This never-ending...