Reflection

The butterfly rest on my arm
Can its stubborn strength
save the world?
Is it touching...

By my foot lies lifeless a single peach,
On the boarder of pink,
It's a bit out of reach...

To play the piano
Is to breathe sorrow,
I fear to let go,
These ivory keys
Will...

I am journeying into my Anne Boleyn moon
Through her psychic belladonna storm
Lost in the...

Fusted mirror
Jagged glass
Tattered clothes
A well brimmed hat.
There is a man...

Sitting With my thoughts
wishing sand could turn to gold coins
for one could carve Life from...

Ugly people are not a reflection of you.

Don't be bothered by thoughts you don't create.

...

BOOM ,
CRASH ,
The sound of bombing outside,
As the gunfire became louder,
The...

All men want their women to be innocent, but other men like wolves in sheep skin take it from her with the...

As I sit beside your bed and watch your breathing slow,
theres so many things I need to say before...

Last night for the first time
I really felt afraid
Suddenly it occurred to me
How...

The other day I asked my daughter, why do I write so many sad poem's
She said dad, they're great, if...

Whoops there goes divinity
Disappearing in a whirl
One hundred years of solitude
For a...

We bumped into one another
She and I,
At the funeral of a former teacher.
She was an...

To withdraw oneself is not so bad,
Checking out and clocking off.
There shall be no farewells...

1.) Storms form from hot air mixing with cold air, and for we are like fire and water,
I'm sorry for...