dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not… Read more About Seeing

dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not… Read more About Seeing
Dear friend of my heart, I feel the trembling of your lips on my skin when you try to hide… Read more Evening Slumber Song
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I… Read more Dream, Scream, etc.
slowly, we drifted downhill… late in the evening… should have been wearing something warmer, it’s cold… down there in the… Read more Flying
sometimes, a soft brush of longing right under my collarbone spreads like water, warm water on my chest and spreads… Read more Longing for the Cold Outside
A tide sits upside down on the rooftop of my grandfather’s cottage in the village… Tide turns and places a… Read more Away Flees my Mourning
I had a notebook too. A brown notebook. I would write down about the world. I would write about how… Read more My Brown Notebook
Evening is many things… the end of a day, of a night, the start… a poet with a pen and… Read more Evening; Break and Heal
When you stop a moment mid-happening, what could it mean? When you catch it and let it linger on… what… Read more Mid-Happening Moods
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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