Downloading pictures;
writings...

The night beckoned my weary soul
at the close of frantic days...

Ice cream---cold as the lips I once kissed;
still, undeniably sweet...

Twilight approaches as leaf by leaf turn hue,
when night overwhelms soft embers to dark-gray...

Instilled with simple formats of a limited mind
enclosed in a cage where potential once stood...

You plead with drops of crocodile tears
whimpers of fake sobs and sighs...

My heart has flown to the winds
Warring silent cries...

A clever constellation,
hid within patches of white...

The quiet city, in the midst of battle
falls into brief slumber...

City walks with elegant stride,
of a stripling burgundy rose...

You were quick,
too quick...

A heart concealed in rock-solid fear
ground between, an empty space...