Dead of winteras the winds howlI’m still out there searching for youfootprints quickly coverforgetting how far I’ve comemy hands, no longer feelmy breath, stolenmy eyes, blinded by this stormmy heart, almost emptymy will…unbroken
Hey all, I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked… Read More
Take me to a Springwhere every day was as young as Iand the sun would come winking through the curtains
I’m looking around,at him, at her, at themmad, confused…mostly scaredof something that may not even be thereand all I can think about is you
Love is like the heart losing its breath, and there’s only one person who can return the air. – Ash
I walked in the shadowsbefore I knew any lightashamed, guilty, and full of regretmy only out was running toward the darkwhere I belongedthere, to slither between mistake after mistakeand masquerade with a beating heartthe scene, was set in… Read More
Why can’t I smile and mean it anymore? Is it because of my friend, dear Misery? But, I’ve known her now, more than anyone of flesh. She whispers constantly in my ear. Of a promise…that if I go… Read More
‘Every morn…I look up for a brighter sun, to cast away clouds that still pursue me. Told that time will move them forward, patience should be a friend. Though, all I feel as I gaze toward each daily… Read More
‘Blind must be the heart, when there is so much colour… all that’s seen is grey.’
Raindrops lost in a puddle, I have already lost track. A ray of light… just one.
