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I have made myself a prisoner of my own make.
I've relied on external relationships to provide what I felt was not inside.
I'm getting my footing no..
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cold and alone, there stands my broken stone.worn and soon erased, my letters grow old the same as this space.wind and rain batter my strength, I stil..
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my sweetest caledonia, how you spring from the ground so thick with rock.you come in my dreams from a foreign land, you take my heart and leave me ble..
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how might I say the words to describe your beauty...how can I describe how exquisite and divine you are in my eyes...speechless because I am completel..
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they say we must remain the same...strength in conformity.the square's edges razor sharp and unforgiving.an organism whose movement defies it's truth...
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Slowly fading into the wet grass as I lay staring at the black sky.
My body needs to escape this, flee from these tangible things.
My dreams wait fo..
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Dear Mother I'd like to write you this letterI'd like to let you know that I'm trying to look up every night to see your reflection peering down on th..
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too often we forget each other in this crowd.too often we shame one another into acts so inhumane.too often we walk without knowing our direction and ..
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she cried out, "I don't just want to exist, I want to live."everyday I give birth to dormant emotions, only to begin again.struggling to pull out of t..
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fear is a coward, a frightened falsity you've put on me.black shadows that seep beneath the doors, this entity seems to always find me.I didn't think ..
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