That clinking you hear within my chest, is a heart beating against its confinement,  one in the cold iron of chains. My soul itself rattles at the pain.   Wild hearts need to be free and unchained.  Embracing my wild heart I did, I found strength...

When hearts are chained together,you know that love is undying. When hearts unchained,you know that it was mere infatuation. When hearts chained,you know that you share heartbeats.When hearts unchained, you know no two beats are the same. When hearts chained,it's as...

Poetry is painting with words. Painting is poetry without them. Lust is poetry with bodies. Poetry is lust without them. I wonder if someone else has thought of this.

climbing the notes to youmemories rush in and I weepgentle understanding in a lookI am nothing without yousacred need I have faithoccult visions disturb my reveriemy imagination warps and turns darkmy heart misses youmy thoughts find you ofteninside the...

You have been lost for days in the big blueSearching for dry land only to be pulled deep outThe salt of the ocean mingles with salted tearsWhere is the beacon to show you home   You begin to swim towards the...