I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
There's bile in my throat telling me my timing is...
It's just plain easier to ignore inconvenient...
I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...
A Mother's heart
there is no other...
Suddenly, life.
Suddenly, trying to find a way to pass the time...
I've been casting around the past to try and...
And why it took me so many years to offer others...
Abuse is quiet.
It's a quiet thing...
I've seen the back of your head
enough to know the shape of someone...
It never quite feels like Christmas anymore;
Cynicism curb stomped the hell out of my hopes...
Pitiful Maya, hunted by the Heavenly Host:
proclaimed Tyrant who defy Heaven's Will...
Sometimes when I look into your eyes I see a lost...
Someone who's broken and needs to be made whole...
The pieces of the puzzle fit
but the picture tells a different story...
I like the strange silence
that engulfs you in the middle of the night...
I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...
Back in the year 1997
A new star was born in heaven...
A hearse rolls by on this darkest of days,
Its slow wheels barely disturb the puddles as I...
It is in knowing you that makes these thoughts
appear, for my heart speaks of you often and here...
Snowflakes are dancing as they come spiraling...
like tiny ballerinas all dressed in white gowns...
***Before reading this poem, I would like to...
Come out of the rain, I say...