There are some bumpy days
nothing seems to be in place...
To all of those who are so rich in heart and mind,
a word of gold is free to give to those in need...
My pen
screams nightmares...
Now here's a thing I can't work out
Its purpose dumbfounds me...
On a broken old chair
In a dirty old room...
She travels from Florida
To New York every July...
It took me an unhealthy amount of the afternoon
to put my hair into a plait...
You made me a vow
At the time I thought I’d never forget...
Stress (acrostic)
Silently brooding and foreboding...
like a haunted house
that is up for rent...
I sit at my desk watching the flame of that tiny...
It flickers and leaps, caught in the draft as the...
Look at you just sitting there,
A show of pure delight...