Ink

And so he'd let the coin decide..
Or rather that what holds the coin and mores one side come settled...

Time looks so much better laid out on paper.
Categorized into little boxes with a month a year and...

Write me
A poem
That'll stand
It's time
Write me
A poem
That's...

There’s a tattoo on my arm
that doesn’t remind me of you,
because it reminds me of me,...

What scent do screen alphabets possess,
What ink can they hope to be written in,

So long...

Wave upon wave of
Muddied darkness crash upon
The foreboding cliffs of the
Narrow...

Here i am Again I bleed, as it pours outside of me,

words to poem thoughts to Ink, slowly leaking...

thank you mom, for this way
to penetrate my pain today
to write it here, for you to read...

Pages keep going by
Lives keep turning over.
Moments fall layered like white snow,
...

Swirls, loops, hills, and dips

Minding his curls and zags,

A flow of such an assorted mix...

She could hear his words resonating through her soul and echoing on the breeze of her mind.

Her...