.
Somewhere- along curled yellow roses...

I am removed from your companionship,
the undeniable flow of my sonnets...

With good intentions, she builds a doll house,
a place constructed by clumsy fingertips and an...

Bathroom door locked, faucet on full blast...
blood spotting on arms, tissue paper wrapped...

He is like a dream
a beautiful soft-spoken harmony...

Anxiety is when
sirens lock me...

Have I fogged up my spectacles too often,
not clearly focusing on what I must do...

Quiet curtains pick up their tails,
leaving toward Arctic drift...

Yellow is the colour of her soul-
and when the sun meets her halfway...

Are you seriously going to make another cup of...
Put the mug down- before you mind is numbed in...

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She threw paint around...

You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...