There is a film on continuous replay where I see you sleeping I cry frozen by too many choices barricaded behind a concrete wall of too many emotions feeling wrong but oh so right threading awareness fleeting time cancered chances There is a ...
Self explanatory. It was Christmas Eve.
Making memories is hard work.
This poem follows the moods, content and historical content of Demitri Shostakovich's 11th Symphony, a musical account of real events that took place in St. Petersburg Russia in 1905.
If you speak to me, Please understand this: You have no right to know who I am. Anything you have to say to me is Meant for a girl ...
do not fall in love with me if you don't want to be broken. i am a glass-shattering rain my eyes are the eyes of a storm, yours are transparent ...
A nature piece with a twist.
Short character sketch of a man I once knew.
I've always thought I will die by drowning.