....The waves are hitting our shore, but where are...
Tread lightly in the water darling if I had the...

Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...

Well,
darkness never...

Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...

Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that...

When you write
I feel my muscles detach from my spine...

I've never been able to write a heartfelt love...
Yet I shall still attempt to write this one just...

I'd move earth to hold you in a sweet embrace...
My heart strings play a melody like elegant cords...

I can't find you anymore
and there's a landslide in there...

I had
every intention of...

You once told me, through the quiver
of a lazy street light that I was a twin to the...

She reminds me of Autumn.
Leaves flushed in the...