We have no more love For either of us, So what is left? What is left, but the paranoia? What is left, but the shapes That spiral about my mind? I held upon your hand, for your dear life, We held upon life, for our…
“The poet chooses to walk all the roads of life, chooses to see something as appearing less pragmatic over how the average person perceives. The average person sees the string as merely a string. But, the poet will see the string as the depressed artist’s…
What resides in the eye?It is first the whiteness, or the emptiness,It is next the universe, or the cycle,It is finally the blackness, in the center. For everything more than the knowledge we seek,Everything more than the creations we build,Is no more than a nothingness,…
Walk, will you do?Talk, will you go throughThe shed shredded tears, from a heart in the water?Are you to stalkNights away in our song?Love has never found a better place in your heartAs when you feltThe need to step away. And I’ve never seen so…
Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As…
The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give…
My heart fills with the solitudeOf a thousand-and-one waking nightmares,Up from the deep blue,Where each horror had slept in deepest rest.With the sun burning high above,Not nearly enough,To wear down my discarded loveThat does not dry on the soft sands. Love is a failure, upon…
Bled upon the leavesWas my sorrows.I held tears on the edges of my fingers,And swept them into rivers cold as ice.Love held a bitter burnUpon my tongue,As a feeble memory lingersIn my trembling heart. Love cannot be this miserableTo have undone.For why is itThat I…
Sometimes, upon when I lay my headAtop a pillow, I will see the edges of your formTaking shape at the foot of my bed. I see the tears that begin to floatAway from my eyes,And you’d catch them, with hands open for their approach. What…
Swallow upThe tears that have made this well riseFrom the cracks in my soul. My love has fallen.She has fallenTo somewhere I cannot see,To a bleeding sea,And now lies in a sceneOf outspread limbsUpon a bloody shore. Love flows a mile and a half across,This…
