Youth

Letters that I never wrote to myself...four

I am twenty four
Mornings are the worst....

I am twenty.
I am in love.
She is beautiful.
But has a tongue
as sharp as a...

I am seventeen.
Her room is messy.
Underwear all hanging drying
In the bathroom....

I was sixteen.
She was nineteen.
The only thing we did
more than argue
was...

Auto-annihilation is stupid,
It breaks hearts.
And ruins lives,
I hate that I was ever...

A summer romance

The sultry heat of late summer
Air drenched in water
But they may...

In my dream
Jude is riding
a 64 red mustang
convertible with
white upholstery...

" WHO EVER THOUGHT UP 50 SHADES OF GRANNIE ?
YOUNG MEN WHO PREFER OLD & VINTAGE FANNY
...

Our lives are nothing but ash

Everything done in a quick dash

We are life without regret...

We were seventeen or eighteen.
There were four or five of us.
I don't remember exactly....

In the velvet late summer night
The seine river is a dark mirror.
Wearing her jewels of...

~a true resolution~. They say god shall pass judgment Though i say he shall ~ Past repent Having processed...

An interlaced face, woven in place

Displaying a wrinkled web of lace

Centuries old, stories...

Sand

My time is like sand

Flowing through the clear glass

I know not where my youth...

I am not strong,
Yet I am not weak,
I am that of pain too long,
Yet comfort do I not...

Good day?
Why are you crying?
What you are disabled?
Now, now, let me see...
...