My Fingers grapple grates of grotesque steel upon high level heights of a deathly demise
Rope...
Between my breaths, I hold our memories Pressed between the pages of my heart
I talk to...
Hi mom, I know you can't answer, The dead don't speak. Only the silence And the...
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Paint-brushed memories, etched on summers day.
So clear your face, reflects upon the pond;
...
I miss you so, so much... I miss your hugs, words & kind eyes... I miss the open arms...
Iām moving into my first apartment I have lists for each room but each room something is...
The presence of still water and the SwanĀ“s effortless glide, through the silence of the...
I don't want to write about you anymore. My pen still circles a night span around your name,...
it will be then as if we never parted as if never existed streets, cities, countries...
it was through the hour that stoked the dawn to push the sun out of its mourn and force the...
If ruins could speak Would they weep for a past where they stood tall ? Would they...
Christmas spirit takes its leave one day past the last of Eve. And in its echo chambering...
All gone you are but I still feel you in my heart, I often visit your place and...
Can't seem to sleep The news of you
Going around in my mind
Just doesn't seem real...
Sunlight You tamper with my eyes For why should light fill the void of such a soul...
Phase 4-The Dirt
I feel myself sinking into a desolate lull
and wearily grasping for...
Oh how I cherish the night When most others are asleep Invisisble from those in light...