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I don't even know. Kind of an older one.

The world stole my mind from me again and its injecting into my bloodstream sickly green thoughts.Melancholy is a parasite inmethat’s dormant. N..

We’ve never met, but can we get coffee? And when I say “can we get coffee,” I truly mean, “can I get the pleasure of seeing..

The moment she kissed me in the room, filling with moonlight, head tilted to the side with eyes closed, those lips faintly smiling and arm..

The snow fell so quietly outside of the cabin that master assassins bowed to it. And the trees evergreen coddled each flake that wanted to be held...

I mistake the falling shower water for her skin sometimes. Sue me, its misty arms wrap around me, bringing comfort after melancholy. At one hund..

Ekphrastic poem based on Thomas Long's blown glass entitled "Coral Wave."

There’s no simplicity in how my heart races faster than the fastest when you come close. In how every cell inside of me electrifies...

How about instead of wasting time pulling pedals from a flower, I run? I run to her with a poem in mind to win her heart? A whirl of my ..

Continually With You I’m so glad that the sound of you breathing is the white noise I hear at night. Every night. I enjoy sig..