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Red eyelids, blue world What is concrete but rocks and stone? What am I but marrow and bone? Tiny flowers poke up through the grass Spring..

I am but a wave in the midst of fearsome vast water; I can no more change the pattern of the sea Than man can count the countless stars. Here..

This is surely not (as I had thought) The winter night Of my life Out comes the moon, To keep company the stars And feel them smile..

parody of lord byron's 'she walks in beauty'

I am the shadow behind trees, The whisper between the branches That you cannot account for in the still night. Green are my eyes like my ..

Hush, whisper hush; our sounds cannot escape the confines of these walls, A small sanctuary of blankets and the ever present buzz of a fan ..

work in progress

....workshop short story drawing on some repressed memories.

Crowded streets blaring with the city’s breath, a choking smog full of neon dreams, Sidewalks paved with dead ambition, lit..

Empty words. Light fading slowly across the walls, an entire day wasted. Crumpled remains of failed art projects littering the floor, ..