A dying love turns everything gelid bodies frozen solid pain entombed by fleshy permafrost so cold limbs might snap off tears could turn to icicles  which frozen tear ducts can't release  hateful words leave lips to turn to sleet in the cold air  the body,the heart,the mind cannot survive...

Long after our black departure,consumed by earth,despite dreams of an immortal memory,we’ll all be forgotten.She has a poetic journal in her keeping,immortalizing her words.An archive of Gothic poetry,holding her inner most desiresof adventure, sex, love and expressionism.Metaphors possessing such...

As I remember, I learn to forgetthe buoyant memories that linger.When I am foundering, I resurface,only to drown in the world’s stigma.As masking as the calm, glassy sheetsegregating this pond of thought is,this curtain between dreamsand the world has...