I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which...

Prefer you my romantical ghostwith beating heart and spiritascending from this graveto show I still love you?  Prefer you a love-letterfrom the depths of my grave?A letter penned in ink,or in the tears from my veins?Prefer you to pluck...

“In the company of imageries within my castle,I voice for everyone my next poetic verse.All the empty halls listen and echo my passion,And in darkly rich verse I immerse.”Through the courtyard, pulls up a hearse,Beneath the arms of stone...

Mirrored faces reflect faces mirrored.The mirror can break,appear as impassible spindles of web,and sometimes it can shattermy only doorway to my utopian psychosis.  The voice that emerged I didn't recognizeit was holding conversations outside of meto a being, I...