These veins are neon
painkillers, laced...

Silence , still -
For the poetic...

My coffee cup withholds
tears of years, moistened...

I never realized how cold I had become.
For years, walking paths of compassion...

Sobering words escape my pen
silence, a writers addiction...

Drenched -
Perfumed blankets waft...

There is a place that has been
written about before, many poems...

To know me, is solitude within simplicity-
Captivated by a single star...

Her eyes saw visions
within a haze of violet...

As I search through, all that remains
a violence flows within my veins...

I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...

The deepest of dark, within a midnight sky
is where you shall find me, restlessly...