Come with me, and we might be made whole again.
those streets, so paved with by-gone shattered...

Look westward, toward the setting sun. See now...
Our apt stagnancy has become rife. To forsake our...

Oh, summer rain, that calls to me
with breeze that sings sweet melodies...

Where goes my soul? it left me so,
so many moons ago...

Forsooth, like sand within a sieve, time reigns
and no immortal hand may sway its fall...

a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...

*an elegy on modernity in vers libre*
close not those gentle eyes, for they have seen...

what perfect silence Death imparts to those
who wait with sealed eyes. there’s no more...

This whithered seed ive planted
is drowning in the rain...

"so apathy and mortal vice are now to be your...
while you leave me to my design and shan't...

Disjointed...
bordered by a picture frame and look inside to...

In my young age, i have only begun the search.
through diligent introspection, i have learned...