Gangling tree tops roof the wood
Intertwining themselves from where we stood...

I slumbered in gallows
where swampy silhouettes...

Beating on the cage-
a red prisoner pleas for...

A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...

Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's...

You are like sunday morning,
a simper sun peeping through...

My brow
is creased...

I hear it rains diamonds
on Jupiter, so paint my vagabond soul...

I once wrote that
you were the joy in my writes...

My breath escapes me once again,
watching his silhouette blaze as he...

Transient high,
meet me at the skyline...

Creativity and insanity go hand in hand,
an artist memorizing the number of wrinkles...