A closed door will only ever reflect
Forlorn light shining upon peeling paint...
(This poem is about the type of panic attacks i...
Its been too long...
This vessel we live in,
consisting of elements...
Frolicking in a field of complete boredom
lying in a pool of numbed concentration...
Contemplation
Who will fill the spaces where I have been...
A healthy face
A serene look...
Looking to heaven, moonlight, stars
For who we were and who we are...
People say that life is a school,
That teaches us all how to not be a fool...
Once in awhile in the middle of an ordinary life,
I stop beyond the realm of what I know...
I sat down last night
to write a poem about life...
I startle awake, surrounded by earth
Am I alive or is it my birth...
A door does close, yet another opens invitingly...
Abstracting the real world, your taboo thoughts...