Some days I feel like a drowning woman But everyone thinks I'm waving hello While I choke on the way This darkness pulls me under Sadness dwells with nothing to remedyNo company do I keepalone in my melancholy having a personality...

Written on the eternal storm is my destinationI've been writing these poems for what seems like foreverscribed on the stars so they won't be forgottenprinted on flower petals so others could read themLately, I began writing them in the...

I'm like a fine red wine.Getting richer, deeper, more palatable as I get older.And yetI'm left, unopened,on display for all to see.So damned desirable, nobody wants to swallow me.But stillI'd rather be a cheap red wine, taken and enjoyed...