Needles of imperfection are made of glass. They break into a million shards Devouring my mind. My skin is but a wallpaper stapled to my…
Category: Poetry
We wear different clothes, We put on different masks, But in the end Only the truth remains. We sing different songs, We dance to different…
Infinite brightness of your love Infinite intensity of your feelings Fills the Universe with light. Infinite softness of your skin Infinite sincerity of your smile…
It is faith That makes us succeed. It is faith That makes us persevere. It is faith That cracks open the door And then cracks…
It usually takes two To see one's true reflection. The mirror lies, It flatters, It distorts. It takes another To look into the mirror, To…
The poem is dedicated to my friend and in many ways savior, James Browning. I'll live until I die. And then I'll live again. The…
I do not have to think, For I can feel my next move. Like a tight-rope walker I move through my day Balancing fear and…
Today I have run into an invisible wall That separates your world from mine. Should I break through And join the madness on the outside?…
Your flesh Tastes like strawberry Mixed with honey. I melt around you In the blissful explosion. I am your candy wrapper. I selfishly hide you…
Today I feel like a balloon. A balloon In a world full of needles. Greedy spikes Are pointing at me From all directions. My fate…