Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. … More
I am darkness, bruised by the kiss of light. ©10/2019
Pale eyes, faded dreams Torn denim, leathery pleas Cardboard fortunes, penniless wishes Disgusted smiles, feigned kindness The stench we refuse … More
I left my heart in the future of the rising sun Tears dappled in time, laughter faded in childish chimes … More
She grazed his hand with the hope of a touch, but neither of them moved. His eyes spoke of a … More
When the night melts into the welcoming kiss of a new day.
Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.
I write of darkness that inhales my light. I pen rays of hope that drown in tides of tears I … More
I write to let my emotions slowly escape A drop or two of blood of heartbreak A sigh of a … More
*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More