The world is crumbling,
life has gone insane...
You gave me a vision
the ability to paint in words...
Everything settles before me -
my breath...
Writer's Block sometimes feels like
you're stuck in the Sahara...
You are a sinkhole threatening
to collapse beneath my...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...
You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...
There is a sound that exits within colour,
Perhaps the colour exists within the sound...
"You have to burn in order to shine"
_ this was a burning moth susurrating...
I can't sleep
with this room snoring in silence...
When I dwell upon my past deeds,
I'm not quite sure just how I feel...
I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...