The exasperated sigh of a father is not like other...
His disappointment hits me like a jo...

The scent of jasmine in a rush;
the sun gleaming heat...

Is it love or lack thereof that stays his prying...
Were he to look, it would take not long...

The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...

My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...

In a world sinister and bleak,
Loneliness finds me contemplating...

There you were,
Inanimate...

Cigarette buds in a glass tray,
disintegrated with the years...

I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...

Falling, I can hardly
reason with my heart...

The crisp night air kisses my skin,
As I creep into bed with tired eyes...

I wish, I wish I was the sun plunging beneath the...
I wish I was a cloudburst, sent to steal your...