You come in with the wind in all your woe. No longer resting on your tongue, words are falling into feelings. It doesn’t take a sentence, it only takes a word. In a whisper, you are okay. Its grief’s loss to give you away. Reconciling with your heart once again, in words you don’t … More In With The Wind
She awaited love in a room void of meaning, hoping she’d spot it along the glittering light but she found herself suffocating on the words she chose to live by. All she was: dust on the lace curtains that locked in her eyes. She awaited love in a room void of meaning, sitting nude … More She Awaited Love
Where have I been all this time? This mirror holds onto a life – a soul without an ache; eyes with peculiar tendencies in an age of fright. I’m a time dweller that never learned to speak. Behind me is a city dying but I’ve no care. I stand by the water for a … More Time Dweller
Sold my own, your soul for my throne — a wasted name, a memory without a frame. You should’ve known, I’m building up a storm, and its rain burns more than my growing flames. Close your eyes, you’re all alone and there’s a war within my walls. The cause is gone, this is the last … More Sold My Own
When did laying on my bed feel like drowning in thin air on heavy water? The heat transverses the length of my skin and converges with the water beneath me A body: still and restless — moving, spinning around, in a place it’s paralyzed in With muscles frozen, my heart beats migrate through … More Waterbeds
Can pain come from a place other than what I believe is a mistake? He gave into an obedience derived from his fear. He mustn’t be aware. We mustn’t speak. Words haven’t been said. But the free crowned a king — the rebellion is lost. He’ll regret ever living again. You think the breaths you take … More Little Monster
Dried efforts cry through the night as the drought within me spills into the darkness. Bleeding through an escape to this ride in a life sealed with a lethal twist. I’m running to a place deep under. Meet me there by 12 in the dark. Come to me. Surrender. I swear I saw a light. … More Beastly Night
My long drives, my happiest days and my nights in complete sorrow are often spent in silence. I’ve always romanticized the idea of listening to music in order to heighten my emotions or externalize them but that’s as effective as trying to push a wall through a mountain. Music, as beautiful as it is, has … More Music drains me
