Box
Catch my scattered thoughts Save them all inside the box That I keep underneath My bed, where I don’t sleep. … Continue Reading Box
Empty Street
Standing alone On a dark, empty street Either I’ve gone insane Or I’m sleeping so sweet For, there’s no other … Continue Reading Empty Street
Birth of an Ember
My ghost is waning, these days. There’s a flicker of hope, somewhere inside, and it’s fighting to find oxygen. It’s … Continue Reading Birth of an Ember
Love Letters, No. 9
Sleep comes. Sweet calm, rescue, and if God exists then I am nestled warm in her womb tonight. The universe … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 9
Portraits of a Ghost 