Robots.

Silver-lined, moving as one Fingers interlocked Breath frozen in metallic covered lungs You sit opposite and yet You’re a million… Read more Robots.

Sparks.

It’s there Up there just past My grasp I feel it envision it Smile at it But then I drift… Read more Sparks.

Those.

Today I’m gonna beFor too long have I held my heartIn cushioned walls of solitudeToo long have IIn Fear of… Read more Those.

Orbs.

In the still, the quiet moments Before the day fully emerges There’s a hidden beauty reflecting Our deepest natures. As… Read more Orbs.

Puppets.

I’m strugglingReally struggling.Swimming against the tidesPulling me, dragging me downHolding me under walls of suffering My strings are broken,Not one… Read more Puppets.

Leaves.

Leaves Changing then turning Subtlety without you ever noticing, Then one by one they drop Floating Down Silently still. Turning… Read more Leaves.

Separate.

To say goodbye. When everything Within me craves Hello. To stand in silence When Desperate to hear Your voice Just… Read more Separate.

Given.

To be a poet… To be a Poet. To be a craftsman taking words Placing words Selecting Words as if… Read more Given.

Tide.

Radiantly expressing an empyrean beauty Unmatched in deep exuberant qualities Linient in nature forever in time She sits with an… Read more Tide.

Epithet.

Epithet. You’ve heard it uttered A round peg in a square hole. So why then, must it be so For… Read more Epithet.