When did life become so slow
Despite these years I've naught to show...
We beg those who bring themselves close to death...
I'm falling. Stumbling and tripping over my feet...
I can't always write about you
but here lately your eyes dance...
Bones are filled with crackling emotion
suffocating lungs, as if the air isn't enough...
I remember then -
under a drunk moon...
I never meant to make her cry,
everyone grieves differently and...
One of my earliest childhood memories is of Father
frothing at the mouth, spreadeagled on the side of...
A SURE HOPE(haiku)
stuttering words, heard...
She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled...
Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...
A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...
Time moves forward,
There is never a reprieve...